blasphemy revealed

He licked the dime of charity,

Frozen was his subconscious,

And so was lauded for his will

Charming was he, dull he was not

Sounds of distress never rang his ears

He was the truth of the unspoken, of the unforgiving

Mist of a famine, light of a black hole

A home of trust for the untrusting

Reckless were his seniors, blinded by a foggy conscience, yet,
he held his own on this slippery diving board

Sought his triumph in honesty

And nothing mattered more than work

Sacrificial was he, tormentor he was not

Unrelentingly droned were his aspirations

“met”? they were not

And that day a soldier’s spirit died