Darcy Reed
Blue Dagger
Wind can slice
through your skin
like osmosis
of the chilly night.
In a shivering shadow
of dark thought,
trained by propagandists
in your living rooms.
The blue sheen
of ice crystals
of ignorant
compliance,
soothing your
frightened souls,
nationalistic, imperialistic.
Murderers unknown,
even to themselves.
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