I hovered in the atmosphere,
staring at my wide open body,
as my gunner dragged out-
his double burrow past the door.
I had spoken words for the wise to fools...
I had told them I would save them,
awaken each from their sleep,
cut the chain off each sheep,
limb by limb to save each being...
They called me a political affiliate,
seeking another piece of their cake,
so stones they cast to my head,
and sent me to a hospital bed...
And I dreamt a dream like Abe linc,
of a Catafalque gawking like a shrink,
tapping death like a pen at my sorry state-
as people around cried and laughed, at last.
I awoke with a gut feeling,
dwindling from my conscious-
to the pores of my skin,
and into trickles of sweat.
When I got my quill,
to jot down my final will,