The Hand of One Is the Hand of All

Maybe if I shorten my name,

quit Facebook, lose the gut,

I can escape everyone’s notice.

I don’t care what the police say.

Today it's cold and getting colder.

People are acting more than just

a little crazy, running around and

around and not realizing they’re

always running in the same spot.

At this distance, I can’t hear the

cries or actually see who that is

writhing on the ground. Whoever

it is, they’re beating him bloody

with baseball bats. It’s like Moses

striking the rock and thinking,

Be water: blossom everywhere. 

Howie Good is the author most recently of Stick Figure Opera: 99 100-word Prose Poems from Cajun Mutt Press. He co-edits the online journals Unbroken and UnLost.