The thought was
            in the age of the image

these things would not
            continue. In seeing them

we would extinguish them,
            eradicate the ills. Still we sit

by our moms as they weep
            over big game gunned

in awareness videos. Awareness. What
            if we are aware? We are all so very

aware now. What if awareness
            is not the balm? Will never be

the correct salve? We shut
            down the monitor, say,

Don’t worry—maybe it
            was staged.

Catherine Kyle is the author of the poetry collection Parallel (Another New Calligraphy, 2017); the poetry chapbooks Gamer: A Role-Playing Poem (dancing girl press, 2015), Flotsam (Etched Press, 2015), and Saint: A Post-Dystopian Hagiography (dancing girl press, forthcoming); and the hybrid-genre collection Feral Domesticity (Robocup Press, 2014). Her website is

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