slamming against the door,
rattling, rattling, doorknob,
dangling. one wire. one hand. left holding on.
circle in the wood. passage to the stars.
the anger steals.
thieving hands, thriving in a world
our hands reaching
savoir from anger.
“Send us a SAVIOR.”
but does he come.
on feet glassing over ripples in the water?
bring peace in the cup of his hand?
folded among the lines of his brow, is hope?
anger. is he the savior of anger?
There is no savior from the