Poems of the Week

The Anti-Press Anti-Briefing

by James Hamby

The audio was silent,
No camera could be found,
They say that Spicey spoke;
But did he make a sound?

Most questions were not answered,
And some were met with lies—
He vanished in a huff,
But this was no surprise.

Just like the empty forest
Where trees decay and fall,
If no one’s there to hear it,
Did it occur at all?