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Chicago Typewriter
by Antonio Rocco S. (Rocco Valentini)
clack. clack. clack. ding. Every keystroke of the typewriter Hammers another nail Into the coffin of public memory. Every headline is a headstone. Every byline is occupied by a hitman. clack. clack. clack. ding. Truth never makes the morning edition; It shows up later As a chalk outline in the editor’s column; A body of work riddled with lies, Cut down by the Chicago typewriter Of a crooked journalist Whose sentences spill more blood Than bullets ever could. clack. clack. clack. ding. By the time truth hits the print The blood has already dried. The Overton Window Is what forms when it clots. Only then do the coroners, Who call themselves “critical thinkers,” Arrive to sift through the guts of a problem They never had any intention of solving. clack. clack. clack. ding. The average person's mind Is a collection Of platitudes and contradictions Dumped on them by their newsstand. Each time this landfill Accumulates enough trash To form a new layer They call it "personal growth". clack. clack. clack. ding. The typewriter's bell is a flatline; It is the last breath of truth Struggling to escape Before the page is torn out, Forgotten.