Tread on me carefully
I’ll shut down your streets
No rest for the wicked
No shade from my heat
I’ll shadow over everyone
Climb up the watershed
No time to run
We’re all undone
The smallest of all of us with sympathy for no one.

And she whispers…”how to get out of this mess?”
And she writes with angry letters;
I’ve. not. yet. begun. to. defile. myself.

And see flames flooding my head
More than you’ve heard
There’s just no reason
Not a kind word
More than you’ve asked for
Less than you deserve
There’s just one reason

It’s not enough.