Poem: Edgelords

There at the edge of the world, where once it was only a metaphor – now it’s a contingency we never quite planned for – the world is watching itself from the edges. At its edges. Torn. Frayed. Damaged. Dismayed. Afraid. All of us on edge – of one type and/or another. With new edges to be discovered, to be torn at, to be frayed. So many new reasons to be…