fire

powder

soot blind

in city smog

machines west bound fast pace

in a slow sacrificial lane to an edge

where do my brothers stand and do my sisters still weep for 

what?

i an old child raised on Hollywood schemes TV land and reruns

nursed on bitter milk of a fork tongued script

raised by bumper sticker testament as the spirit and the law

mingles between tithes and taxes Lord and Caesar bedfellows

of the host parking meter temples DMV vaticans bus bench

prayer ritual before dawn

re-issue of pedigree from the DSMV bible while marked on the

tender restless soul with the selective serotonin reuptake

inhibitor sigil       

where do my sisters run and do my brothers still see what  

for?

runway to the sunset where the wind rests

wings are made of gold

thoughts fly away

flicking grace

silent

ratios