The lines must die

The lines - steel, and two flanks: to connect.
Running on with the crystal panels; tracing newfangled
utility on designs - till the glazier points.
Lines were drawn; canons remodelled.

The lines - moral, and two cups of tea: to arbitrate.
Driving through liberty; smelling shredded carnitas.
Sentry faces in flashy parley - till the breaking point.
Lines are drawn; canons remodelled.

The lines - uprising, and two schisms: to disintegrate.
Riding on the fullness of time; flipping aerial jargons.
Happy trigger-fingers, inch by inch - till the nihil point.
Lines will be drawn; canons remodelled.
by June Nandy
by Andrew Abbott