Poem, Radio Stop
Transmitter
June 20, 2025
at the top and the bottom of every hour
we break for station identification
our weeping, alpha-numeric geography
our power declared in muffled apology
music, while we still can, anything
while we still can, in good conscience
say we spoke the words, told the tale
before coming undone, our listeners
calling in to cut switchboard, to relate
compassions we’ll never know, stories
lost
signal attenuating diminishing return
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