A palate

A serious of sweeps
A series of dents
A traditional buttress
A screeching anarchy
A fist fight

The rush
The catharsis
The release
The refraction

Shared
Perceived
Absorbed


Impotent in the hands of a young
man
but intent
Why?
One plucked from the sky by
an arbitrary wisp
a fate
harbinger

Dropped
Sun must’ve been in the eyes
A leather seeing glass fails
but perchance it is not over...

Will there be another
Possibly
Will the next buck
Remember the cruel visage
of a dying child
Definitely

How many will die
on the hells of the next incarnation