I sat across the barren table from him
in wide anticipation of the unattainable
salt was spilled and eyes were unfocussed
claims were lofty.

The appearance of sunrise but lacking light
the bubbles on coffee, the patina on rock
just the right bottle and funny label
to contain colored water.

His motto is business as usual
nameless except for his monogram
a karaoke-head, a conjurer of copying
a taker of credit.

I sent him a message in word, deed, face
it got conveyed threough space, skin, history
clarity made wild like a storm in a canyon.
He killed it like a fly.

A man given a mission along with sufficient
power to stand on the ramparts and command
then he decides without sentience to piss
just to watch it fall.


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