Jordie Albiston

—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