2194: Squid

It felt like endless rounds of
Squid Game – time to play &
win [without knowing if you

can compete] – counting off
minutes between gun shots –
& forming frail relationships

& killing your friends to gain
advantages – that landscape
of primary colouring & a red

stain under still bodies – Let
numbered fools bow as fear
runs wild as we enumerate –

is how it felt – avoiding every
chance of death [en route] – I
swedged a squid to win it all

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