Momentarily, I am the sun
bright and luminous rising
in your eyes the sun-sparkle glaze of the night's submission falls
in the crucibles of your eyes, sunbursted, sublime
I can sense the surrender; the abandonment of your body
to the incursions of irrespressible forces
ransacking your borders, reclaiming terrorities lost last night
& I erect the flag of my nation to claim you as war booty
as a treasure of conquest, the victor's spoil
and from you there is barely a whimper of protect, just a sweet decline.
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