Ricochet Serenade

We want to be polished and brandished, passed down, and waved. We want a legal foundation and all of your faith. We want you sprinting in panic or frozen in place. We want to be cradled at Starbucks and flashed at the bank.

We want yellow tape everywhere. We want the whole town’s tears. We want stadiums collapsing in abject fear. We want mayors and gove…