where have the enemies gone
no longer looming
in vast ideological ships of meaning
making pod copies
alien to an old sense of justice
no longer sinister fingers
poised over world ending
glowing red button klaxons sounding
children curled up under desks
existential safety theater practice
for the ending cloud
over and under my skin crawling
it’s impossible to emerge whole
scorched earth oceans of blood
chasing the offender
for amputation
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