The television screen, now blank
serves as a reflector
showing many portions of this room:
a lamp — some art — a chair.
‘Tis often better off than on.
It’s images can make one wince —
its constancy of sound can be intrusive.
Though we’ve been edified
we’ve been horrified as well.
Though we’ve been entertained
we’ve been exposed to so much pain.
We have chosen this device
to occupy our home
and we’ll continue our exposure
to this glorious-tragic world.
But we have at our disposal the remote —
the means to give a click
to bring us back to where we really are.

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