Media at The Big Black Hole

(for Kerry Packer versus Phillip Adams)

That Big Black Hole
of the Prince Of the Air
is limitlessly small.
In it, vision shrinks till
only the media, the shell of things
can be seen, just the transmitted pods
with the seed of life eaten up
before each could die
into its potency.

Where Phillip Adams
wears his black outside,
blackwashing the conceit
of his title win in the bout
with the whole;
his much ‘pitied friend’ Kerry Packer
was more brutally honest, for
Kerry loudly declaimed that what
he had was a big black
hole inside.

Adams then had the perspicuity
to called Packer a damaged man,
and, this was said in glib temerity
as if he wasn’t, as if we all aren’t.

The reason why Kerry Packer saw
nothing when he momentarily died
of that renal meltdown,
was - nothing changed.
He had seen nothing
beforehand, just as he saw
nothing when he came back.

When Kerry died his inner hole
didn’t die, it stayed with him.
He saw no heaven,
just as he did before.
He saw no hell
just as he did before.
What did he expect
coming from a black hole?

But he knew its sign years before,
for he lived in the hell of that black hole
- living on as the nothing yawned.

He only saw what he expected
from black hole to spreading black hole,
-the amorphous black and ravenous
gaping hole which only the yielded
up embrace of an upright self-dying
last post of a cross can fill.

Then, he, spoken for
closer to that Kingdom,
chose to die, and Kerry Packer
secretly went to his last
broadcast Boyer-lecturer’s Christ
whose relayed Peter
blessed him at the brink
of the small hole it took
to bury the unspeakable
earthly remains.


24 Feb 2006 © Wayne David Knoll