Musing on doors

by Cliff Lake

Indictmentman,
You and your confederates,
Reduced to nuisance politics,
Affect less and less,
Spiraling the lot of you
Into a trap you helped make.
It’s complete closure
Is not so inevitable, no,
As it is ordained.

See the many
You have spurned.
See the many
You spurn today.
Who among them
Holds the Ikeys to your future?
Rather, who among them
Does not?
Pleas going unheeded,
Confessions another matter,
We see you very well.

The darkness before you
Is a door that closes only once…
And will never reopen.
You fear to be
On the wrong side of such a door.
The inevitable has no such cares.
And though such doors loom wide,
They but lead to smaller confine.
Maybe there will be TV…

Cliff Lake 9/19/2023
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