THE DUPE
I taped the ideas to my head
so all would know who thought them
Then died a fourth time for them
to be found with my body
riddled with bird shot
and rubber bullet bruises
in a cell of my own forming
with associates not known
for crime. It is thus we show
the valour of times unknown to all
but for free men along with women
on the side of the time-tide’s own
making of sand and weirs
of youth and living.
It is thus to be here in the end
of the time called the end of the rut
and the ruin and that is why
it is all about to fade
to insignificance
as we disperse into
threads of ether.
COPYRIGHT BRUCE E SAUNDERS 2021