Bones jerk & reassemble at your arrival.
Watch. It is not pleasant.
The seasoned who would stomp and scream otherwise shake
Then run — flushed — at times with pride, more often panic
Because you are a new kind of hard.
Your oily gratitude exudes with a used car salesman’s smile
with seeming sleight of hand you spew spirited rage a split moment later,
Eyes keen to see those at your toe tremble.
The angry way age embeds into your face tells all —
You — the epitome of power —
Edge, blur, then evaporate in my eyes.