A ball
of rage
streaking to earth,
searing 
clouds as it comes;

do you think 
it’s going to bounce
or crash right through?
Do you feel safe
either way? 

Be honest —
you do.  
You figure
it’ll pull a Tunguska
and hit elsewhere,
elsewhere as
they always do,

but if I tell you
it’s a ball made of 
mass rage at masses of
clueless people, 
that it’s full of voices, reminders,
old grudges, justifications
for anger, that it seems pretty
solid and focused and 
well aimed,

will you worry then?
Worry about a direct hit,
or even fear a little the bounce?

Nah, not you.
You aren’t clueless
and are certain no one’s got a reason
to be enraged with you.

That is why
I’m not going to tell you
anything else
about the ball
or its trajectory
or who lit it
before they fired it:

this
is going to be
interesting.  I almost
said “fun,”

but it’s not going to be
fun.