UNPREPARED FOR SUCH ATTACKS
an emptiness hollowed,
an absence unwhere,
subsumed in vagueness
and unseen mists,
veils with no substance,
walls without line;
no way to progress here,
no chance to break through
the darkness we bear
is a stain, is a scar,
foisted upon us
by malevolent worlds,
twisted and evil,
warped and unpure,
a vileness embedding
all frames of this state
agents of oppression
rise everywhere,
they lurk behind masks
proffering aid,
biding their time
for the vulnerable strike
quickly attacking
with eviscerating blades
at every hand
the enemies rush,
from every quarter,
every position of trust,
always at times
of maximum ache
when focus is elsewhere
and we cannot defend
the hatred,
the rage,
the madness,
the bile;
how I would destroy
all systems like these
and their putrescent drones,
their pestering flies
- Brendan Tripp
03/26/2002
Copyright © 2002 by Brendan Tripp
