The Grief of a Windchime

you don't hear much about sleeper cells anymore no whispers of elevating or lowering the terror alert... we've lost the rippled art of vigilance i suspect but you can bet the ghosts of the pentagon, twin towers and Shanksville haven't. The creepers will certainly crawl up from the steps of hades- about every seventeen years.. so willing to toss fire around my abacus clicks that they're way overdue ready to go another deadly round or two. Yes they're alive and thriving alright.. some are more of the subtle type they do damage with lye tongues. they've infiltrated grade schools imbedded fetid stingers into campuses spreading a special blend of hateful cancer... one devil even married kin to slithered their way into our most sacred places reaping the rewards of our nation while constantly race baiting vomiting an endless torrent of baseless complaints- We've left porches unlit - screen doors unlocked now cicadas are emerging from fiery cribs harassing the stillness of our windchimes -