a fervent figure on fire (upon the boundary) can often be seen as a certain kind of flag

1
their fear apparent
everywhere
of the myriad microbes universal
of the intruding chaos catastrophe
of the great and grand
confusion
they spray indiscriminatly
and disinfect endlessly
every nook and cranny

(monty cantsin was mad)

2.
so leave we please
with our chaos, with our
provisional patches
with our itches and
scratches
for we unlike you
do not need
the tight swaddeling comfort
of a cooing and cloying reality

(monty cantsin was my dad)