anger theatre

we are broken
we are standing very close to a cliff
we are about to fall off a cliff
we are slipping our —

balance is a memory our

how can we keep seeing this?
who has forgotten when to close our eyes?
why, to die is anger theatre
how to kill is voice; is being seen

hearts are skewered, turn

and again, we are witness
we are standing very close to a crime
we are about to fall into a deep deep well
the slippery hate machine —

can you still see?
if you can still see, speak and
look to the sun, to the shine we—

no we don’t know how to end this.