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Feel nothing for weeks until, abruptly, the cold war snaps --
now my skull is brimming full with heavy stones,
chest cavity jumping hard against the grip of a familiar timpani fist
and these echoes don't know the meaning of de-escalation;
my commanding officers never held a pen to any sort of convention,
Geneva or otherwise.
I'm terrified when allied eyes patrol the border of my expressions --
I hold my breath, coil up tight against the foxhole chambers of my heart
and beg my brain for ceasefire;
it tells me there's no moratorium for the rippling of this aftermath
and, try as I might, I'm afraid I'll never truly expatriate
because the borders before me are made up
of my own pumping blood.
now my skull is brimming full with heavy stones,
chest cavity jumping hard against the grip of a familiar timpani fist
and these echoes don't know the meaning of de-escalation;
my commanding officers never held a pen to any sort of convention,
Geneva or otherwise.
I'm terrified when allied eyes patrol the border of my expressions --
I hold my breath, coil up tight against the foxhole chambers of my heart
and beg my brain for ceasefire;
it tells me there's no moratorium for the rippling of this aftermath
and, try as I might, I'm afraid I'll never truly expatriate
because the borders before me are made up
of my own pumping blood.
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