Lost in a fight, a struggle
as pointless as Jacob’s; the infirmity
has been given like a pestilence
that surrounds, envelops,
the very last safe haven.
Mud-brick walls, metal chain link
fences buckle but don’t break
against a storm of writhing, maggot-infested bodies.
We fight the Long Defeat, a winnowing
of numbers down to the last.
The living dead have brought a
reckoning, a judgment from which
the living are as doomed asthe Hindenberg’s boarding party.