Sun shines edible
On your golden flesh
Twisted, raging
Beautiful
As you berate inequity
Before the glass and steel monolith.
This doesn't rate.
Indifferent to the insects
Trampled underfoot
Like the sea path to Erikson's green land
I hurry toward you,
Joining in your cry,
Our voices entwined
In a single shout, indignant.
I am your Lucilyst.
Close your eyes
And step off the sidewalk.
Come to me
And let me guide you
Through the warzone
To the light.