NO FEAR

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