Dan Rather Again
A poem for a former legend
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The television was always on
far too loud
in empty rooms I heard it
from outside the house
and after dark saw the dancing
blue light throw shadows
on usually blank plaster.
I looked closely
at Dan Rather again
older than ever
his Texas mouth made for
corn on the cob
free-floating his balloons of factual helium
only the messenger when shot at