They banded together, behaved as
a pack. That’s what people do
all the time, give up something of
themselves to belong, not wanting
to stand all alone.
Then some truth lurched,
militant as logic. It could come
from some lake, some boat,
some house burning down so
change comes–clean as froth.
“Write a poem that uses the following six words:
You can write a sestina, villanelle, free verse, or haiku. Just be sure to use the six words in any possible combination that you can manage.”