Cities beware- I’m sorry, little friends-
my feet are not so careful for you.
I’ll always be lighting my candles for you
after I’ve dealt your collapse
but I can’t stop the violence-
giants can’t tiptoe.
I’d lie down in flower fields
and sing you sweet dirges
but horizontally I can’t fit.
Small ones, run away from me,
I cannot look out for your safety,
and the thousand fists you shake up at me
are the one I shake at the sky.
Friends for the minutes before I advance,
know my cringing heart’s heavy and raw
and my tear-filled eyes won’t look down
to see what I’ve done- only up,
and onward evermore.