Have You Seem Them? (For Coleton)
Waiting in the shadows of the Republic, they pounce on innocence wearing masks of sinister anonymity, no kin to Flora, no friend of Fauna, born cold, static, and plastic, they stumble over their own billy clubs like Side Show Keystone Cops. They took a crowbar to Discourse, murdered Due Process in a back alley. Who Dreampt these demons up? They're not a trick of a Merlin's hand, nor a bad trip in the machinery. The only name left in the cracked dictionary to call them is Enemy.