Petition.

• Author: Farmer, Ashley Marie
• Position: Poem

We riot at the bottom of the mountain. We raise our signs. Our voices hurtle upward and hit the window, Ineffective as rat-shot or messenger pigeons because there are only two of us. The others never show up. When the man comes out, checks a nuclear sunset, he yells, Why are you doing this? We throw our signs, and the ivy on his house withers black. The sky crumples. It will again register its complaint. He...