into pieces with jagged sides
like bolts of lightning till every piece
flies through every closed window,
every raised flue. Going to shoot the moon

till it breaks like a plate. Drop all the bone
china into the night like snowflakes till
it cuts their hands, their faces, their eyes. Till
they swallow the shards like a huge pizza-

pie. I'm going to bounce the sun like
a basketball. Let the bombs fall over trees,
homes and stalls. And every cloud covers
this earth like a red linen shroud. I've spoken

with thunder. Took every man's face
and pasted their blunders. Drove every
stone into hail till it’s rubbed into their
fingertips and they read it like braille.