—o —peace —peace —shattering everything —finding me
everywhere —leave me with my wounds —please pack up & take
the back door —I can't pronounce O Schöne Frieden or even go
near some euphoric psalm —I am upended inside this terrible calm
& losing that sense of heavenly rush I smash into happy like a glass
o lovely peace the hasty things worry
me horses bad choices the twenty-
first century I hate how she says your
order's been fast-tracked & trees whizz
by I like when the camera says freeze