Once we consume, co-opt, or
subdue
all our imagined external
enemies,
two new ones will emerge:
the children of all former foes,
who understand neither why
their DNA defines them as
combatants,
nor why they must spend their lives
gasping for every breath
beneath the boot of dominance;
and the very machine of victory
itself,
with its pervasive and probing
hand that knows no limits.
The conquering beast, once
awakened,
will not be denied; its appetite
both insatiable and
indiscriminate.
© 2013 Todd Jenkins
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