The Dark Forest: Literature, Philosophy, and Digital Arts
My friend is in the army, not the army,
but the Army of Emotion, much worse;
she has a hundred brigades,
and her own waterloo, and Generals
who have abandoned her;
she sits alone in central command
wondering just what to do, and hears
the field commanders pleading
that she send the fresh troops
for the slaughter of the love brigade;
she’s in a quandary just now,
her lover wandered off, AWOL
or hopelessly lost, a casualty
of the War of Love she’s losing;
she’s sent for reinforcements,
but the politicians say there is no money,
her brain is in a tizzy sinking fast
into depression; she’s about to call it quits,
when family members call in from the Front,
distressed that she’s abandoned ship;
she finally sits down, regains composure,
calls in the engineer, lawyer, and the doctor,
but their all busy at the moment:
anarchy is loose, and gaining…
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