There is a line.
On one side calm
the other tension
an invisible wall holding them back
because someone told them
there is a line
that no one can see
but all must honor,
like gods, ghosts, or mythos.

Violence lines up in its name
fearful eyes hoping the line will hold
bricks of faith – mortar of tradition.

When they fall
the world quakes
beneath the weight of our imaginations
violated.