Weary

I've grown tired of being tired,
of reading the ho-hum news
without a scintilla of interest:
politics, politics, politics,
the latest scandal-in-the-making,
the newest outrage,
baseball, football, weather...
local politics, a heartwarming story,
see you at 11,
and on to Jeopardy.

Is that all there is?
Endless newsrooms with endless chatter,
solemn or cheerful,
depending on the story.
Detached, shifting focus to
various reporters in the field,
as if seeing a familiar face at
an unthinkably tragic scene
could make it all more palatable,
more real, more moving.

It's real enough.
I'm tired of being tired of reality,
of shooters and funerals and
tearful survivors and speculation
on who and why and how.
It fucking happened.
That's reality enough.
And no one seems to be
as tired as I am.
Tired enough to cut through the crap
and do something to stop it.