There is a break in hostilities.
Long enough to exchange prisoners,
embalm scattered shirt buttons.
A temporary ceasefire to inearth
our collateral losses then pause
for a live broadcast at midday.
Coloured bar charts hurry up to
catch the moment cyber runners
reach their finishing lines. Race over.
Winners grow up to have long legs,
fitted for mile-wide life hurdles.
Empty seats line up in combat gear.
© Maria Stadnicka, October 2020