Herd in Provocation

Sour tongue, mirth in loot and lies.

Why do we so often push beyond what
is reasonable or effective? We know
well that there are limits and also
there is no justice. Aside from the
few heroes that fail to greet their
death, what could be the purpose to
this action we fall upon in despair?

We know pools of sorrow and we know 
waves of joy, images of broken light, 
and a dance of million eyes. The rest-
less wind inside a letter box, we know.

Take the paper cup and fill it as you do.
Be careful to watch the flow, for if by 
chance it spills over, it is over you.

Sterile to your own body, I know.