Peddling Angst On Main Street

I woke again to fight a war, the same as yesterday. Plastic shield met blood-stained boot in blistered feet of tattered youth. Ideals ran amok at dawn then parsed the evening’s jagged light when night shoes danced with tangoing flames on buses, cars, the random truck. Smoke choked every lung. I was the field you plowed to sow your grains of holy manna on. Step lightly through my troubled doors, I’ll make you whole, I’ll clone your form. Of known and knowing, I’ll pretend the beast, in dreams, was slain. To live here is to die, well, then, redundant is this war.