The way you’d see it after th’ rage couldn’t fake
ambivalence - as if you’d take a cabbage leaf t’
that; there was never a moment’s choice in your
awareness anyway, so, you leave the stage with
no regrets, maybe misgivings that being sincere
put paid to any chance for proper redress. They
come rarely, and occasionally it ‘paves’ the way
to bigger than merely dreams for ‘better things’
And yet, to be settled comfortably into bit roles
rephrases who you are - not one - many of ‘em;
now that’s peace t’ command. And never again
starched beyond your freedom makes wearing
their costumes an easy transition - all made to
rule, & by th' way, discarded at each day’s end
© 26 February 2018, I. D. Carswell
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