To deal a fistful of rage
with tiny hands is a masterful thing
To channel it in a way
that, instead of instant blood, it brings
the illusion of peaceful rectification
while behind it blood-prone vituperation
sings like the crazy clang of a tin bell
which from a glass steeple
over pale prairies rings,
over abandoned factories rings
over broken bridges rings
over corporate farmland rings
over threatened privilege rings
over gold-leafed mansions rings
To deal a fistful of rage—
to channel it through fearful skulls
with tiny sleights-of-hand
is a masterful thing
Jim
2/17/17
Blink 