The Phoenix: Part 2 – The Exploitation

With little regard they swarmed into the courtyard
covering the ground with some speed.
Perpetually jostling those in the vanguard.
Every one of them wanting the lead.

It was the reporters who first arrived at the front
each clutching their pad and their pass.
Some had only just risen, communicating by croak and by grunt.
Some were still holding a glass.

Next came photographers tightly gripping their gear.
They seemed to arrive from all quarters.
But more worrying by far than their sudden appearance here
was the way they understood the reporters.

And then bringing up the rear came the television crews
keeping up a pretence of glee.
Trying to make it look as if their position was a ruse
as if this was where they wanted to be.

“On me in three, two, one.” That was the voice of an anchor
while he frantically battled his hair.
He failed but professionally continued without rancour,
“This is Giles from Mythology On Air.”

“Hi, I’m Candy, reporting for Dumbed Down News.”
said the woman who was neighbouring him.
She clearly had the hair for the job, and also the shoes,
and was fortunately also quite dim.

Then there was Isiah from Is Armageddon Enough?
(whose coffers were doing just fine)
He was taking this chance to solicit for all sorts of stuff
for he seemed to find the phoenix a sign.

There were numerous nature channels scattered any old how,
and once again it was Alan who mused
that it seemed as if the woman from “Naturist’s Now”
had gotten just a little confused.

By now the first of the reporters had finished his account,
embellished with a modicum of licence,
and, given that calling this through to his office was paramount
most were surprised by his silence.

He did have his mobile out and was tapping the keys
but to little effect so far.
The god of mobile phones he apparently could not appease
for he could not get even one bar.

One by one they pulled out their phones to try
but it seemed that they were in a dead zone.
They looked at each other and the solitary kiosk nearby
then all made a dash for the phone.

One of them thought he’d try out a short cut
and give pushing through crowds a miss.
He tried to just nip briefly through shot but
Isiah was not having this.

He’d been getting worked up and his temper was frayed
and this now caused it to become undone.
But when the first strike landed the other reporters all bayed
and the pack turned on its heels as one.

The soundman and camaraman gave of their best
but they stood little chance in the mayhem.
The reporters howled in delight, but this was when the rest
of the camera crews turned upon them.

Now this was a story but there was nobody remaining
to tell it which could be considered careless.
But for the original spectators it was certainly entertaining
as testosterone showed off its prowess.

Now a soundman, who by coincidence was called Mike,
was sent flying by somebody’s left hook.
As he was staggering about he saw something they’d all like
so he pointed and urged them to look.

Avoiding each other’s gaze they picked themselves up off the floor
and turned back to reporting to the world.
They all grabbed their equipment, took up their positions once more
as a new chapter to the story unfurled.


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