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.
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