Scorched yellow grass

Rolling flat fields

Occasionally cows

Relentless stoic landscapes

Expire as they pass

Retrospectively add in the details

The story requires to be believed

Watch it live

Watch the reruns

We'll watch anything

I watch beauty become boring from overuse

I catch privilege yawning and count every tooth

I smell a morsel of modesty and turn round

Someone must've opened a window

It's gone now

Watch it live

Watch the reruns

We'll watch anything

It's all diversion