The Terroir of Terror

The rich soils of ignorance
          produce the highest yields.

Carefully choose a season of
          anxiety and misdirected anger.

Fertilize with the characteristic resentment
          of the privileged losing their privilege.

It’s important that there’s enough rain. If not,
          irrigate with lies. Alternate fear and comfort.

It does not matter what you promise: nothing will be claimed
          until after the harvest,
after your crop of dragon’s teeth has matured.

Inoculate with a mix of genuine grievance
          and outrageous conspiracy.

Ferment under pressure. For best results
          bottle immediately.

Every age has its vintage.
Every season has its seasoning.
Every terror has its terroir.

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