fear incantations from the western lands no.3

surveillance drones sail high above the demilitarised-zone… insect buzzing behind insect eyes, following the nazca line blast-wall corridors circling the green zones… checkpoints, defence forces, border patrols, la migra… machine guns and flashlights out across the swamp-lands, desert lands, over the hazy moonlit delta… wheeling bodies into the pit,  clouded in cement dust; creeping existential panic…

a hostile world, slowly rendered meaningless, one which no one any longer truly understands… systems expanding and contracting; deplorables, carcinogens and pharmaceuticals… guerrillas storming the lobbies, black helicopters hovering over downtown, five percent nuclear war; game theory statisticians clawing at the disparate data strands as superstructures buckle under the weight of a thousand detuned mass dampers…

fear incantations from the western lands… controllers, operators, mannequins, idiot boys, doomed girls; decay, collapse and burning body parts… cities of the brave new world in flames… throwness, lostness… fire-bombing, carpet-bombing… child soldiers bleed out on field hospital folding beds…  embedded reporters lying to themselves as the tanks roll in like doomed centipede columns… tyranny, war, mind-games… coup, putsch, junta, regime change…

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