POEM: Brand Knew

Every war starts with something to the effect of: “This is a new kind of war, a new kind of enemy that we have never seen before.” Spoiler alert: war is the same owed shit recycled. Anew kind, of war, as some kind of possible.

Brand Knew

They loosed the dogs of war
Fresh meet
Unlike anything weave
Scene before

 

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