Les Informations. (Translation) . Poem by Michael Walker

He is writing about watching the six o'clock television news on channel one or channel three in New Zealand. A very large number of people watch the news: I have hardly ever met anyone who did not. Similar things tend to happen in the world, like survivors running for cover. In irony, he talks of someone on the spot to help him hold his breath. He thinks of his distant lover and wishes that the World would love him, the world he is walking over.
He has a detached attitude towards television news. I have not seen television news for many years and don't think I have missed anything.