Thunderstruck

chills creep in, thoughts — my thoughts?

loud thunder a sage signal

Run! Now, go, faster!

I have nothing more than a second

Nothing more than that

Run to hide, find shelter

again and again,

from another to another

cloak of disgust on shredded hope

Run free, find chase for chaste

over and over

grip as we hold to break everything it could

Mourn, now — it requires nothing but

a mask or masks, or anything yours that is not.

Now, a sage calls.

We have nothing more than a second

Nothing more than that.

Thunder comes with words;

“The most selfish thing is a sacrifice.”