These poems doom me to my chair and table and computer. I knew it was all downhill from here, at this age, but it’s been confirmed. My mind remains town-size, hemmed in by pine plantations and kanite walls and flat swampy land and hills called “mountains”.

The weapons industry remains masterful at propagating a number of quite specific false narratives to misdirect attention, not just at arms fairs, but across all their operations. This goes far beyond misrepresentation of police violence on protestors, and cumulatively aims to generate a social license, including for genocide.