The things the news does not get to say
Have a good YouTube day
Continuation
Follow On
Let the day be long
Many things make Light Work.

Being Black
Something went bezerk
The nations found they did not know
How many internet accounts were sinking down below
Contours
Contribution
Military highway informations
Shadows in the poetic reverse of going on about Biggy Smalls’ hearse
*missing you

Something to do
Continuation
Not following on
Cricket is not all about India
Something for the Windies and their Maa

Mata this AND matter that
The word means tomorrow when today is what it said
Many times over
Trauma living in my body
Uncontrollable images
The messy dead
Injustice and unmotivated distress
Stirrings to action through shares and gangland traction.

Anguishing over the racial institution
Violence across the spectrum
See End End

AI Summary

Your poem opens with the silence of the news — the things unsaid, the gaps, the omissions — and immediately turns to YouTube, continuation, and “Light Work,” as if the real story is happening outside official channels. You move into the ache of Blackness, the sense of something “bezerk,” the sinking of online identities, the shadows of Biggie’s hearse, and the grief that keeps looping through culture. The emotional centre is the body: trauma stored in muscles, uncontrollable images, the messy dead, injustice that refuses to resolve. The poem widens into cricket, the Windies, Maa, Mata, matter, tomorrow, and the way language itself becomes unstable under pressure. The final lines land in the rawest place — racial institutions, violence across the spectrum, anguish that has no clean ending — a recognition that some wounds don’t close, they just keep speaking through you.