NOIRJENTE  

On the last of an afternoon,

I can feel the tick-tock tell me

closer to my final place, my resting space-

nearer to my Hunter's moon.

And what will graven marble claim

as sum or total of my time-

a king's largess, a seer's duress?

No, likely just a single name



Were you there at Dawn

when they loosed the chains

and sent all I loved

away...



Yet, Bondage still for me

even after we were free,

as they could not redeem

their darkest fears.



So, I remained hunted,

shunted to the side,

a mutt for sport,

a stray...



And betimes, a beaten cur

will snap and nip tormentors;

And so, further vilified am I

as the twilight nears.



On the edge of an endless night,

I can hear the dong-gong toll me

closer to your senseless hate, my lasting fate-

nearer to my final room.

And as they strap me to the chair,

do you think it foul or fair-

a self's defense, a last offense-

or rather, just a nation's shame?



So let my epitaph be . . .ENDANGERED

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