vague riots

Vague riots, casually erupting
without cause, or maybe
too many causes. No one knows
but we're all here, and maybe

that's the cause. We shouldn't
have come out without cause. We're

vulnerable out here, all massed
and moving as one, somehow.
looking for cues to follow,
and with monstrous strength failing
to find them. Milling about

nothing, angry and growing
confused and almost spent

from the broken panes, glass
scattered, cars tipped over,
bodies moaning and eyes open
wide half-glazed, every sense alert

in latent panic, ready
to break, to charge, to
bide our time and circulate

and meanwhile, wait
for our scattering strength
to gather again.