NO FEAR
no poetry
when we are
all asphyxiating
you
can’t breathe
feeling throttled
windpipe squeezed
imaginary hands around
your neck
at your throat
making sure
not a dissident squeak
don”t worry
it’s just censorship
here to protect you
for the security of everybody
only good words
correct metaphors
nothing more
to
ever fear
the very concept
of foreboding
has been
put on hold for eternity