identical twine

we were best friends for decades before we fell in love, then
one day we kissed
and were joined at the lip thereafter

we slipped from interoperable
to integrated
our love machine

became a war machine
each a vassal to the other as we launched
waves of unsolicited assault

on once were cronies once were loves
it was forecast in comic books of the mid last century

easy enough to translate into today-speak
a truer story
was never denied

by pillars
of democracy
and the what’s-really-going-on

furphies of the socials, one and all
avoiding the obvious:
we’re here to kill