Poetry

You flock to a set trap. 
A bubble. 
Midnight: with pain 
and anger, when a real and virtual drama 
unfolds. 
Mercy waits. 
 
Meditating: still 
like a Buddha, a moon was 
watching you. 
 
Watching you, 
a moon, like a Buddha: 
still, meditating. 
 
Innocence versus 
ignorance. A mob impaled 
on the doorstep of future, 
unsure, but agitated. 
 
Life demands a full beheading.