Hands wrung
in frustration —
What beautious
conflagration.
Worlds & Wounds
wrench bitter–
What sanctimonous
emboldening.

Acrid taste,
a drop of lye–
What heroic
demonstrations.
Hectic Heathens
writ large–
A new nation
erupting.

Candy painted
childhoods ignite–
What busted
idealism.
Barren Women
in canvas–
Beating is not
worth bearing.

©E.B. Johnson 2017

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