Yesterday:signs on the liver.
But Kottke flagged up a picture of Amanda Gorman, Poet Laureate Jr partly visible behind two  enormous microphones which could pick up her words - outside broadcasting with the least breeze is tricky - but were designed for taller folk. I then watched to her entire speech - a poem The Hill We Climb to celebrate a new Biden dawn. She's had to red-pencil and re-write large chunks to bring it [Capitol Coup 1/6/21] up to date.
It a bit rappy but maybe owes its alliteration to the kennings of Beowulf [Joe Biden is known to like a bit of Seamus Heaney . . . and hope and history rhyme] and its sprung rhythms to Pied Beauty. The kit owes something to 22ndC SciFi cosplay - mid-calf canary yellow coats are being run up by craft-handy kids ♀♂⚥ across the nation today. It's high theatre, and why not? We go to the theatre to add salt to our boring potatoey daily life.