Dave Bonta's "Cutaway" is a very short poem that sets a few small moments against the noise of the wider world. It opens with a bold claim: a kiss matters more than the news. The speaker seems to be turning away from headlines and public talk toward something close and physical.
The middle lines shift outdoors. Words "dissolve," as if human language is losing its grip, while a crow "unravel[s] an anthem." The image is funny and a little irreverent, since a crow's rough call takes apart something official and solemn. Nature's voice seems more honest than the spoken one.
The last lines pull everything together. The speaker makes a journal "out of the whole journey," so the record isn't separate from life but is life itself. The mood is calm, wry, and quietly joyful. The speaker doesn't seem angry at the news, just uninterested in letting it take over what is worth paying attention to.