Careful, Watcher

Concern earns its creep
a lesson burned overhead
projected onto the sky
with an erasable marker
to point out the salience.

Attention, an over-celebrated fate,
wills itself toward itself;
when its gravity 
becomes depravity
the locus goes from control
to shifted fuzzy focus.

Transformations get a good rap.
Too good.
For change bangs its face
on the door to the next room
demanding its due:
a broom, a dustpan, 
and a bin of broken lives.