Shed grace like a snake

skin, reveal a carapace 

of gunmetal ire 

Hidebound bulwarks won't 

protect from this caustic and 

invasive species 

Just around the next 

corner something awaits that's

bad, good, maybe both

The morning fog looks

like a Stieglitz photo from 

the 1900s 

 Nuns on bicycles

roll through my old neighborhood 

like hell (heck) on wheels 

Blighted at birth by

Cain's curse the world should beg for

forgiveness not cheer 

Poison the air for 

pennies and steal the future 

to raise stock prices