Prompt: Use a name of a space ship from Iain M. Banks’ sci fi novels as the basis for a poem

I find myself to be

Slightly seared on the reality grill.

Reading Enemies;

J. Edgar Hoover and the FBI.

Where is my real country?

What is my real country?

Our peace march paranoia’s of the 60’s

Were valid.

I’d come to hope they weren’t quite.

This isn’t the Shire and never was.