I’m afraid

That stray cultural thread

Waving above the fabric

Long ignored

Has been pulled

•

I’m afraid

An uneasy order has

Unraveled

Uncontrolled by small generals

Hovering over spreadsheets

•

I’m afraid

We’ve slept

Too peaceably

Allowing bogus men

To do their battles

On our behalf

•

I’m afraid

We are freezing life

A peace handcuffed to

A failed post-war

Parchment ideal

•

I’m afraid

We’re melting calamity

Spreading red

Across planned communities

In unplanned retribution

•

I’m afraid

We’ve failed a test

To which we were given the answers

•

I’m afraid

The hand we’ve elected is cloven

A hoof with 50 apostles and

All the good lines

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I’m afraid

The last man standing

Won’t be man or standing

Just

The illiterate hand  hovering

Over our thread-thin culture

ignorant of

The implacable

Geometry of chaos