Choose your fighter carefully
Or you’ll be a well-honed knife
That’s in search of fear

It was a path
You laid out
For yourself

Well, I’m too old to lose a breast
As I fight for respect
In the name of a straighter shot

But I’ll still tear the teeth off
The man who tried to eat mine

These are the rules
Until a new class
Is picked for us

By fate of this system,
Unblinded

Old footsteps
Are too large
For our shrunken feet
And growling guts

Stars too few
To see from future
In yesterday’s maps
Yet you bombed
Libraries of unheeded knowledge
And now we talk of
How sick they were
From our high battle horses

By fate of this system,
Behind

Mourning foresight unshared
Go hunt for your own
Synthesise from what’s around
Or another mother’s son
Is stuck in a maize field
And starving

May 15, 2026 | Filed under Prose.