Enforcement


Square boys

 

Despite overtime, double and a half

Boys will be boys, they implore.

They’re terrific, putting their lives on a line

Like that.

But:

If anti-matter falls up

Can I shit in the square?

The chain link unravels roughly as such:

Political dramatists invoke paranoia begets paramilitary troops astride perimeter fences protect pecuniary interests own propagandist screeds sew pants soiled from

        fear

                  police

                               fear

people

fear

politics

fear

plebeians

                        fear

      Books

Encode prescriptive remedies

And yet, still

Burned in the square

If you place a cruiser there

It might too.

A soft knee on the nape

Of a neck.

An earnest yellow ribbon,

Divides friendlies from faggots.

Are we supporting the troops

When we spread our cheeks?

Send pictures now

So they can better spread democracy.

We have each other’s backs

The Greeks in the agora well knew,

Only when

We jerk facing out.

But:

I will not worry, for

They protect and serve and sometimes

They’re just being boys. Our finest,

Pale and black in their habit, shock of hair shorn.

Shades, like Bono Under a Blood Red Sky™

So children don’t shriek at the empty sockets.

Thrill, at the exercise of discretion.

Wondrous, the measured approach,

Our finest boys, our finest hour.

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