Far Closer Attention

You always paid far closer attention
To the words of war,

Than the symbols
Of peace.

When the rivers ran wild,
Pulling trees by their roots,

You went looking for fire.

When dark skies opened wide
And fruit spoiled in the basket,

You called for revenge.

You took the bull by its horns
And snapped them in two,

Broke every mirror
Then wandered back
To what haunts you,

Looking for someone to blame.