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I don’t want to be a pessimist,
to darken your day, to add
a fresh pack of stones to
the load you carry. But
I cannot help myself,
not now, not tomorrow.
Phosphorus on fire roars
through my blood
and I am screaming.
Watch your back. Watch
your front. An F-16
driven by an Israeli pilot
is looking for somebody
speaking wild, raising
his voice on the kitchen
table, before the screen:
Facebook, Instagram,
Linked In. Damned
vice gets you killed before
the body clock chimes.