The city seethes with security
but for whom? 
Only power is privy to protection,
yet — 
Sirens wail into white noise 
as every detail dots
the paved perimeter.

A world away, 
a war wavers on whispers,
hinging on the pride of a pathology
propagated by a zombie theology.

A river in the sky flows west,
wheeled thunder moves east —
the liturgy of the union looms.

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