from the deepening deadend of
Then—we broadcast it. Then, after
darkness increasing
as the frail and penniless finale of another
copperbrown October
went creeping
toward its
inevitable bottomless
blackkettle November—there came, at last,
an Executive Decision.
This!—is how we'll all
stay warm this winter:
First—their morale plummets.
Then—we broadcast it. Then, after
that—ratings skyrocket.
And over
and again, more
and more frequent,
and faster, still-
faster, until—well, that's
about it. That's the entire digest.
Research suggests
it'll just sort of
work on its own from there,
flared the greasiest
pair of thin
nostrils in attendance that evening,
in a very similar way
as the heat
that gets generated—whenever
we meet
and rub with glee—the palms of our greenish
hands together.