we are no longer
able to tolerate
real or potential
enemies.
we dream & we dream
bad dreams
& wake up
with sweaty minds
& weapons in our
hands.
because we are
afraid––
because we
cannot countenance
fear––
even for a moment––
we must attack
something.
why bother to be the most
outrageously armed
nation in the world,
if you plan
to hold back?
if we sense so much
as a 1% possibility
that we have identified
an enemy––
what choice do we have
but to attack?
& they will be dead
or there can be
no peace.