The modern world creaks to a halt.
\nThe sun, frozen, leans toward darkness.
\nApocalypse, now a presumption, a former abstraction,
\ndemands a reaction, and the people must vote it down.
\nAcross the oceans, our enemies amass.
\nThey must be placed in words and categories.
\nSurvival is dependent on proper identification.
\nSecret police walk amongst us and good friends may be spies.
\nAll laws are subject to change. Outlaws cannot prevail.
\nWe are the wild west and time is our jail.
\nIn the old saloon, marshals and sheriffs fight off doom.
\nThe riderless horse on Main Street is just a burning Escalade.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"