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The Republic of WannaCry

Alejandro Escudé

These days, the threshold is in source code,
not the sirens, nor Grendel; the hero rests on
a swivel chair at a desk, timestamped, alone,
confronting barbarians of the frozen screen,
pixel-sized enemies, still with hearts of bone.
Both are of this fresh flood I want no part of,
knowledge-screaming for catharsis, or love.
You might find them, eating out the entrails
of a soft, pornographic tale, dragon-killers,
and goddesses dressed in armored girdles.
You might catch them scrolling a crystal ball
for a match as mute as they, but just as tall.
I’ve no sympathy for our data-driven halves,
Plato’s ancient, awful algorithms come true.  

Alejandro Escudé’s first book of poems, My Earthbound Eye, was published in September 2013. He holds a master’s degree in creative writing from UC Davis and teaches English. Originally from Argentina, Alejandro lives in Los Angeles with his wife and two children.

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ISSUE Sixteen: Realmy Styles

Jessie Janeshek
   Watching Horror/Watching Harlow

Laura Filion
   Growing Out

Timothy Berrigan
   By Letting Rooms

Stepy Kamei
   A Wolf Stalks Amongst Her Sunflowers

Alejandro Escudé
   The Republic of WannaCry

F. Daniel Rzicznek
   from Leafmold

Josh Silver

Kimberly Prijatel
   assembly of god

Dawn Pink
   Cotton Morning

Amanda Tumminaro
   Evening Routine

Natalie Crick
   Ocean Voice