Fear Is In The Details

Did I forget to mention in detail
the armaments of
the other side, how
they have guns to counter
us, even if we have guns
ourselves? How their guns
outweigh ours, how they laugh
when we struggle and die?

Did I forget the minutiae
of their blades and cuffs,
the stunted shortened imaginations
of their followers and supporters,
living in a land they call free
when all it does is trap those
who are truly wild, and totally free,
public with their wildness
and freedom?

I forgot to say it, how matter of factly
they sneer at those of us
who never wanted trouble
and offered themselves
as objects to be seen as
ordinary, normal, boring even;

how easily they mock us
and torture us and kill us
as if we were barely ideas
or shadows of ideas.

We fear them in our hurry
to be all we are;
they fear us in their panic
to shore up the edges between us;
they fear us
as we fear them —
this whole land is awash in fear;

there is a storm coming
in the details,
and no one here can say
when they will be swept up
in them, sanitized
for the comfort of others
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T