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