(for Ben Hatke)
His targeting is not like yours and mine—
For that which zeros in is thrice-enhanced
In him. As part of tyranny’s design,
His genome has been tweaked, refined, advanced.
But out of tyranny’s domain he’s chanced—
If chance it can be called – and now he’s free.
The fierce and servile dance his fellows danced
From childhood on was never meant to be
His fate. Now Oliver, at liberty,
Has chosen to confront all that puts chains
On endlessly-enslaved humanity.
He plays his hand. To him there still remains
His accuracy – tweaked, advanced, refined.
Against him are arrayed four of a kind.