Terrorists

We found them in cafés, sipping Americanos at tables near windows, ready to detonate bombs with their smart watches. We found them wheeling carts through the supermarket, testing the avocados for ripeness, bagging up chickpeas and figs. We found them in windows disguised as mannikins, sharply tailored, their faces perfectly calm. We found them in our neighborhoods, burying their weapons in flower gardens and laying down bags of mulch. We found them in the faces of the clouds, in the dust falling over us. We found pieces of their stars and the shards of the exploding moon. We found their swirling gases, their sloughed skins, their muted masks. They entered our homes, vibrating in our networks, blurring our screens. Day and night, we heard them humming our songs, chanting our names, talking with our voices.