Honor hunkers in the alley of the apes,
eager to commence her new withdrawal.
Anytime violence bleeds the people,
she’s on a train, lit out for parts unknown.
She covers the land like a hesitant dusk,
always sitting on the next ticket.
She rocks from side to side in changeling wind,
dark eyes testing the horizon for escape routes.
As now she stands, impenitent,
breathing the next evolution.