Jump cuts
Like Godard
On the evening news
Your attention is
The one thing
They can’t afford to lose
Stories like Hitchcock
Winding up and down
Twisted stairs
People searching
For secrets and motives
That aren’t really there
Sounds like Altman
Bleeding one into another
Cutting in and out
People trying to discern
Truths they whisper
From lies they shout
Faith like Scorsese
Still present, but
Beaten and torn
Hoping between
All the death and privation
Something better is born
Reality like Lanzmann
Laying bare plagues foul effects
On me and you
Not metaphors
No soft lenses
Just a truth hard to view
Gene G. McLaughlin 2020
