The Supreme Courtship

Every day you see news, more
Minor future history,

You think, and someday someone’s
Gonna write an angry poem

About this thing happening,
And someday most of this news

Will be for historians,
And someday angry poets

And deep archival addicts
Will be themselves forgotten,

And aren’t you wise, and isn’t
Your perspective wonderful?

And then you return for more
News of the moment, being

Neither wise nor wonderful,
More of a rubbernecker

At all awful scenes of crimes,
While for yourself you’re hopeful.