Velocity v. Resistance
I emerge from the compound with my gun and my dogs. We secure the perimeter, patrol the access roads. Today I fired warning shots over the heads of the revenue men. They quickly got back into their vehicle and stormed away from my land. They'll flee, empty-handed, to the central command of this rotten fucking government.
At night, I sit under the lightbulb and thumb through the newspapers. I black out, with a heavy dark pen, the faces of our rotten fucking president and our rotten fucking congress. The wall clock keeps time with electric seizures of shortwave static signals. I fall aslseep, as tight and heavy as my clenched fists.