DANGEROUS PEOPLE

for u, know who u are, shall remain without a damn, repeatedly STALKING me; get out of my life. 

Dangerous PeopleWhat dream do we throttle till it coughs
black smoke between clenched fists?
What truth survives the forked tongue
that braids the lie no witness trusts?You call this presence. Silence dons consent
like second skin. The broken chain
still scrapes the concrete of the brain. The plane
ripped from the sky etches one white wound, bent across the blue. Flame locked in ice still gnaws
its glassy cage. Tears you never shed
calcify behind the eyes. We log the flaws:
wildfire chewing ridges, hurricane’s lash and dangerous people—those who gorge on hate,
who carve the world to zero-sum arithmetic.
Earth flares while heaven holds, then vomits freight
of acid rain on everything we’ve built.We fall upward through the thinning air,
chasing star-maps scored in a past life,
as if eternity were razor stair
we climb on timelines whetted like a knife.Fool, you thought control was yours to grip.
Release the wheel—the car will claim the ditch.
Bombs never grow money. All they reap
are craters where tomorrow used to itch.Wildfire chews the hills. Hurricanes return.
Dangerous people walk the streets we made.
Together we are less than we discern,
and heaven’s piss rains down on what we’ve laid.