10 Jul 2017 – Sonnet
Who knows who lies in wait? Best take a breath,
and weigh your words like sterling when you speak.
A challenge to a duel, and that to death,
greets unintended slights and hot red cheeks
you never knew you slapped. Forefathers wrongs
are thrust into your face. Your skin? Your fate!
And so to you the ancient blame belongs,
and they demand you take it – set things straight –
and any hesitation proves your guilt!
The wheel turns, and the axle’s still not true.
It wobbles back and forth, for it was built
to vex the many, profiting the few.
The fastest draw, turns out, won’t win this fight.
The enemy’s offstage, outside the lights.