Drone on, thou neuter-voice news anchor – drone!
Ten thousand truths slap hard your face in vain;
Man views the earth with dim eyes – his moan
Stops with the news; -- upon TV’s glowing bane
The wrecks are all thy deed, not does remain
A shadow of man’s fain flaws, save reclining drunk and prone,
When for a moment, like a seizured brain,
He fades into thy screen with no truth grown,
Without a grave, unknell’d, uncoffin’d, unknown.