attempted prayer

until it explodes like the children

after school so danceable

in a wall of sound

too acceptable for the weary

in visors & faux-drabs

honest math traces

trajectory of bullets

too raw and prepared targets

with raised signals aloft

when days of rage

weathered dispersion of eras

but rain clouds remain

to tame fires far into the new century

on too many intersections

my divergences are poor radios

unpolished mirrors

transmitting pleas

for peace