... with my radio.
I do listen, pay attention
to unspooling claims, to spoiling
arguments, to numbers, numbers, 
mounting numbers of the dead.
   
I take heed of current events, 
note argument and conflict
as they ricochet around my kitchen.
Honestly, I only rarely take refuge 
from the bombs, blood or platitudes.  
 
Trying to decode the language 
of war, I read between / behind
enemy lines in every / any accent.
But always it is black / white, as
prevaricating politicians dissemble.  

I press buttons, search for strategies 
towards peace. Craving resolutions 
I try not to weep, but wring my hands
and seek the sanctuary, the cosy comfort,
of my growing echo-chamber.

After Kevin Gilday
Finola Scott is widely published. Info about her 3 pamphlets & lots of poems can be found at facebook group Finola Scott Poems