A fist solidifies
The whispers to come.
Bravery ties its
Cripple shoes with a smile.
A man in uniform of fleets unknown
Herding the unwilling through a
Public space set aside for nervous traveling.
He is notable for his vocalizations about the death of
Civility.
Was this season, after all,
A hastening of our aims at long division
As morning legs make contact with an unsteady wobble?
Is this the time justice fornicates while
Remaining in touch with?