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S.A.W.
Mechanized,
proceeding on reflex,
a dead hand grasps
the pistol grip.
Without bearer,
it squeezes off
5.56 at
the silhouettes.
They fall:
instant feedback.
Like dopamine impulse
belt-fed
from your living room
to the battlefield.
Don’t think.
Must not think.
No time—
only silhouettes;
down range;
trying to
Death
An eon twisting
down a spiral stair
into the depths
of the cosmic vault.
A trillion flames raging,
yet devoid of light.
This mortal coil
sloughs off like
a ribbon of film
melts on the projector,
disintegrating
on the screen.
It bubbles and cracks,
ethereal fat in the pan.
The Host
The signal in my head, it
buzzes in codes and keys
like bionic botflies
burrowing,
lapping at the host,
eating ones and zeros.
I’m a geometric grid
of honey holes
and black eyes
that gleam in the night
when they wriggle about
and feed.
I itched to the bone,
Starvation Campaign
a poem