Heather OC: Week 48 or 208

Logophile Poet at the March

So many signs. Words

Written the day before or

Of. Hold them up

Above us all. Photos for

Instagram activism and

The clever meme. Maybe.

But I fear the pen. Scribe

Letters as symbols of the chaos.

I send laser beam

Lines. Fines for harm

And charms chanted:

3Xs     3Xs      3.

Fall to our knees. Scatter

The proud ground with prayers

Dropped and shattered

And confined to earth.

Words without thoughts

Never to Heaven go.