The East End of West

Narrowed eyes hunting for triple parentheses Look for a champion, have to make do With valor by proxy, a round-the-clock dispatch They are the many, and we are the few Always expanding like some dying sun A brief flash of red that burns out into black The east end of west, a blood-and soil harbinger What can never come back This is your appetite Pinging off satellites This is the way that we All watch the end of the world How to secure the fate of the children Only especially if they appear Like the pale innocents that we imagine Succumbing to all of the dark things we fear Someone's aggrieved And someone's believed A photo's transmitted Another ignored A flag is unfurled And a narrative fitted Keep up the pressure Or risk getting bored You feel you're complicit for just logging on You feel like a hero for things that you say You strike out with what remains of your money The prices go up. The enemies stay