Dust Settling on Martial Law

The size of a grain of dust
is Manhattan strapped to an elbow
unlike the salty dust, it has fellowship
among the frightened and the strong

The fabric of stellar dust disregards the strong
it has mood swings like no other partial king
it can push a fire engine over the Ravenna Ravine
or set the town ablaze like a martial law tenant

Village dust is ultimate weapon of retreat
it does not beacon for courage or tall graspy pines
it sinks below sand globes as a strangers course
stalling and fronting the air that it displaces