Sine Qua Non Poem by Joe Corbett

Near the constant
compression of time
rate by distance
dimensions unwind.

Lights streak
a flash of white
the barrier breaks
and splits the night.

A different race
from the desert sky
from A distant place
they up rise.

Army’s march
mind control
missiles fly
and pile the souls.

Sudden death
by piercing eyes
blind our minds
and see our lies.

Choked with fear
skewed by reason
burn their flesh
escape the treason.

All shall die
in this strife
stomp their heads
and take their lives.

A plague upon
the human kind
a sine qua non
of what’s to come.