Injustice

Oh the energy, peppered with light; and oh the truth, the salt
Of anger. We wave the dust, and plead forgiveness; and such
Is granted; and thus, we dance the piano. My so distant ache,
The pearls have ruptured; and particles float the sky; and so

Near, the furthest grief; and so dry, a mental cactus; and
What love: to burden heart; and what love: to play the fool;
And let’s exchange: a chest of tales; for I painted grief,
While pagan’s loved. What math: “seventy times seven”:
 
And what bias: the prowl of life; and such eyes—bold as
Night; and such scars, a flaming field. Expose the injustice;
And probe emotion; and trade shoes—the width of pain; for
Something cries: the walls of tears; and something pleads:
A losing cause; but what of justice: a riddle predicated; and
What of vice: a person’s fancy.