Bloody Waltz

I do not know what to make of recent events: The escalation of violence. The denial of authority. The loss of an individual’s status.

We seem to circle the same issues in smaller circles— bring out the same angry retorts in a bloody waltz against each other. • Under my tongue, a cough drop burns. And I rest, wanting to find a moment of exceptional poetry within the course of the day’s events. An epiphany out of national happenings.