the tick

what do i do with this frustrating tick?
this tick that i cannot flatten or remove
this tick that is constant as how the wind might blow
this tick that makes sense of the different and difference

you see this tick has been merciless
its fervor unmatched and unwavering
it has been as creative as it is destructive
a patchwork of ingenuity and genius made corrupt

as tensions and anger can erupt
a volcanic overflow of retributive force
makes itself known in the orphan's call
in the buildings that would fall

eagles soar above amber waves
protecting some, redeeming others we believe
but can we conceive that our decision
is as sickening as its creation

this tick i say, it didn't last long
it was short, constant, leading to a swan song
it laid waste to everything it could find
its radius reflective of its chemical design

the same child that cried
matched for another that died
all in the name of justice and liberty
the percussive tick. i sing to thee