
Structure is crumbling.
Like shark to blood, you circle,
Sensing and feeding on weakness,
Delighting in predation’s power;
You press your attack
With peace treaty crumpled underfoot,
Mounting ladder to scale boundary hastily erected.
Had you come
A humble visitor to doorway,
I could have extended the invitation
For tea.
But when my sentries spot your ladder,
They sound the alarm
And hunker in bunkers to repel another
Breach…
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