t.
V/er’/a/city
Truth, no stranger to fiction,
as reality betrays movies,
explosions
color the screen
with bombb(l)ast.
No gorilla (sic) warfare.
[if animals c/would be as cruel as we.]
Like British foot-solders,
dressed in formation,
thousands off to work,
our god stronger than theirs,
[or so we thought]
mowed down by less than twenty
timed to the minute-men,
musketeers behind mounds,
flying at knifepoint
into not one but two,
towers of babble
now become rubble,
as more heat than light,
in the struggle for
human consciousness,
steals steel strength,
soft human parts inside,
unexpected complicity
of an exo-skeletin
collapsing on itself.