Intruder by Ayla Rogers
“Intruder!” each part moaned in unison,
And resisted with every force they knew.
Every weapon from their deep arsenal
Mobilized to halt the vile invasion.
“Efforts are futile!” one cries, and freezes,
Paralyzed by the soldier’s persistence,
Fleeing to nowhere in particular,
Leaving the rest to contend with the beast.
Some call for armistice at peak volume,
With sounds too muffled to ring audible
On a deaf and merciless enemy,
Though they resound their peace relentlessly.
“Take cover!” they holler at each other,
But find none in darkness and less in light,
Where sight exposes their battered egos
To the shame and misery of defeat.
“Self-destruct,” one whispers, but no one hears.
“Self-destruct,” they pretend not to listen.
Yet feeling so fatigued, they fall silent.
“Self-destruct," and none speak up in protest.
“This is no surrender!” they shriek, and wait—
They wait for it to be over, for years.
Though the assailant was done in minutes.
“Self-destruct,” one carries on repeating.
The others don’t understand, but don’t try—
“Resistance is futile,” they remember,
From a distant war with some foreign foe.
Struck by their own persistence, dread occurs:
That when they hear that suspect “self-destruct,”
The enemy still sleeps within their heads.
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