the very last glow was gone like that; dark
came on us like a long and costly siege.
Now for half a run full around this small
fitful planet we’d be unguarded, blind,
and still. Was it time for The Milk of
Human Kindness or the Knife of Truth?
I couldn’t say in the dark whether
I held one finger or two. Ask at
The Dispensary of Just Rewards
for a full accounting, they said. When
you are scheduled for apportioning,
demand representation by stout counsel.
In their faces, like; that way, when
they come to harvest your head
it won’t surprise.
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