Die Rection

Six sided, we roll
down the sidewalk,
careful to watch for
a pleasing number.

Form follows ruction:
constitutional brawls
justified in words,
fortified in wine. 

This? A suggestion?
The law? Which 
stitch carries the 
rest of the threads?

Bareness bleeds first
revelatory, from blue
to red and possibly,
back and to the middle.

Stability prices itself
on the creed market
generous, as theos go,
to offer a stolid door.