The scream, a fragile hologram,
twirls the hope of art, dreams
to affirm its action, to disperse
tsunamis of discontent.
Color thunders. Fury emits funk.
Enough is quite enough
but less than a sentence parsed
in a nation of virgin vices.
Bogus trumps, aquatinted tropes
or alabaster promises prevail.
Jerry W. Ward, Jr.
October 14, 2016