You see bones.
A decorated veteran faces complications
between round smooth curves
and an exposed rib cage that leaks;
there’s a motorcycle wheel spinning
round and round
inside his head.
An organic bullet
gently bending
moves towards the aperture
unabashedly striving
a tireless advocate
for arousal and excess.
Allegations of corruption abound
special interest groups protest
and a rising leader is pounced upon
as he hears the siren call
of blood
and profligacy.
A sand mirage
of tiny geometric designs –
a matrix of two dimensional circuitry
codes and cyphers
stretched out before you
shadow and light
that you tread upon
all the while uncertain
if it’s an exit you seek
or
a way back in.
Bent out of shape
machines parts covering
all portions of you
going in here
and going out there
a cacophony of gurgles
and burps
the will to live going cold
and hope
a small orange spot
on that shadow in front of you.
A uranium swap
leads to
political ambitions
a blueprint for a new world
the pinnacle of power
a single flex of the finger
away from you;
but open wounds fester
and the sound of your heart
is not your own.
– matt at shadow of iris
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Interesting piece! I like that you write of political/world events without being preachy or moralistic. That can be hard to do, I find.
Thank you!