The wave

The wave was the biggest rush
Greater than a free fall
From an impossible crag
Into the jungle below.

The images beamed incessantly

Through our window to the world
Shook us from the ordinary,
The routine of our lives.
Human tragedy beyond comprehension.

We flirted with the thrill

As we surfed the incoming waves
On every goddamned channel
And the numbers
They rose inexorably.

So what were a thousand more
They could be a million or a billion.
Ticker tape figures
On the bottom of our screens.
Ten days on
We were wiped out –
Information overload.