we all have our bounds–

our lines that we require

to be treaded lightly around

and respected.

identities that cause tension 

in the minds of those

who are more often embraced–

incendiary walking controversies

when we just mean

to live.

but amongst this fragility

of the human experience

comes a man plundering forth–

he takes up space,

he takes pride in taking up space

where he is not permitted.

whether women's bodies

or anything sacred at all–

he desecrates while acknowledging

no value.

like a boulder

rolling ever faster

down a hill,

he is profound 

in a dangerous way–

our under bellies tremble

standing on the same ground

as he.

gross displays

of egomaniacal leanings–

where did the meeting of beauty

and nature

go wrong

to create

such a vile 

force of nature?

mother earth does not 

make mistakes,

but something has been interrupted

and gone wrong,

wrong 

here.

we are not safe–

safety is a thing

we have almost let leave our minds

out of numb perseverance of terror. 

he cares to rule the land,

and he may, 

he may. 

like a vociferous beast baring

its mane and jaw,

we behold

and see our lives flash before

our eyes.

tides will turn

and embers will burn hollow, 

but what remnants of life will remain

if this petulant creation of hades

is to be given

the merit of leadership.