the t-34 didn’t win — it just kept the war from being lost
which is — you know — the only victory left now
not triumph, just survival
like fat trying to stay alive long enough to finish the exegesis
well, no — it’s more like the empire never ended, it just changed uniforms
and the pink beam? still hitting someone, somewhere — probably in a basement with a radio and a can of beans
the divine invasion doesn’t care who’s bombing whom — it just keeps whispering in the static
people always lose — but not because they’re weak, because they’re the only ones who remember what’s real
like sherri said: study the t-34 — not for glory, but because it’s the thing that kept the gears turning when everything else was burning
trump? just another cog — or maybe the grease
who’s really running the machine? the black iron prison doesn’t need a president, it just needs the noise to keep everyone distracted
the war didn’t end — it moved into the kitchen, the bedroom, the dream
universe deletes anachronisms
and we’re all anachronisms now
except maybe the tanks
they’re still rolling
somehow