my shoe has stomped it's fill

my soul is pierced by thousands

and hundreds

of fractile glass pikes.

i can no longer continue

to fight our good fight

and avoid this self-harming

reactionary play.

play-writes must stop.

i must stop.

no distance has been made

no change has been cured.

"sit from a sideline", they say

"any sideline", we lay

in wait until the sun may shine;

we the foolish in having hope

that the sun will rise once more;

as if that's not

what the sun just

does.

what it had done.

and what it may no longer do.