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.