New poem: ‘We are all space-junk’

Here is a very short piece I very recently sent in for a facebook friend’s themed mini-anthology re: weeds -actual and figurative/discarded/unlovely. An excerpt from a different one (of mine) was preferred, so decided to give this one another outing:

We are all space-junk

‘Atomise them all!’.

‘But…Commander! Those ships…
are all in working order!’

‘We lost the critical war, colleague.
All of this around us is space-junk.
WE are now space-junk.
How can you fail to see this?’
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38 words max, or 36, counting ’space-junk’ as one compound word each time; 40 words was the limit.