Don’t Call It a Thumbtack

If your hat is on backwards
upside down day
theocracies lack words
for the end of the play

posters are hung
on knife edges nailed
coasters unsung
stop pooling: we failed

bridge over rivers
bells tolling fall
autumn high shivers
haiku above thrall

break open this moment
unspace to the time
fake dojo in Roman
original crime.