Highly Evolved

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The day is yet to come when silence rules.
Still doves explode in the air. The dropped olive
leaf is under fire, and even lovers make war.
Computing cars barely miss one another.
If I stay much longer among the honks,
there will be smoke and fire
and red light running like blood.

Somehow I manage to sputter home,
remote to the world news,
the precision bombs
barely missing one another all night.
If I stare long enough in their cause,
one war will end in smoke,
another begin in fire.

All night long behind the yelling walls,
husbands and wives take aim,
barely missing one another
even when the other is gone.
I curl up in a darkness punched by guns,
knowing if I stay much longer,
the day will come.