Can't count the times
My life was threatened
With coffin image in the grills reflected
The migration to the city once fled from
Mired by bridges neglected and
Funneled to the Action, The Future!
Praying some ash doesn't reach you
If it reaches at all
Struck by the urge to un-panic
I send through for a night wholly manic
I count one, and you may count three
In the last question everyone's evading for me
(I think?) I thought I found a thought that now falls
Inward and down when
Anger is grounded
Nothing's left, save the refuse
Cries another victim of the white guy blues
I count the acts of love, I see them!
I take the friendly words, I hear them!