mr. crack in the wall;
he lives again.
he is the everlasting t.v. screen.
flickering black and white displays of violence
--how do they play so real?
the volume of screaming
is increasing.
is it right outside my door?
i watch with patience, to this t.v. screen crack.
their lips move to the words
i hear through the screen.
this is not real.
i do not know these people.
this is not real.
this is just t.v.
i put my hair behind my ears
and watch, so dilligently,
the re-runs of the crack in the wall.
