He takes his shadows with him as he moves through the light He wanders in the grain fed pastures as if the world was his to tear He sits judgement on those who do not see his points of view and rotates smiles with hidden agendas that blink messages of false hope and true hate He announces himself at state dinners and cajoles the wedding guests to second guess the groom and bride while dumping cake onto their spoons and dust into their eyes What to do, what to do, with a guy like this, who mobs and dodges and wrings and scares? Set him up like a bowling pin and clobber him down the stairs?
Janet Turpin Myers
(March 14, 2016)