when the first bullets split the
windows between us you were
more armor than whole
bristling with fuses
claymores the spiny
adaptations of class
war packed with nails
and love letters
you climbed the
makeshift barricades
into the line of tanks
becoming nothing in a
blister of hot air
when it was over
i was more alone
than anything
breathing in your acrid
mists awaiting my turn
* RUP: Right Unity Platform, formed in 2036 when GOP absorbed domestic fascist formations and far right militias
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