over my cereal and warm coffee
there are images of another victim
this time it’s a country and her people

the light from the patio doors glares
like some crazy lady, I am cold —
there is a space between the TV screen
and my eyes, my mind, my thoughts
I can hear the hollow laughter of god
the TV presenter forewarns 
some viewers might find this distressing
I eat the last few soggy cornflakes
switch of the 32″ harbinger of doom
put my coat on and leave for work.