The War Inside

We found the enemy staked out in a cell
The inner cosmos that multiplies and divides
at some unnamed force’s will
You are mostly empty space
the absence of growth or decay
It is the accidental cauldron of
molecules that make it you,
and how we kneel with gratitude
for the most of them
and apologize for the war inside
but the enemy is a stranger here
and we break traitors like matchsticks