“Above you! I own you. You’re the one who serves!
World King! Lord. Render to me. Do Not Respond.
Close your eyes. Listen. Obey. You will be healed.”
Was there anyone
who really understood his words?
Any place left he could be still
yet feel he once belonged
The final reckoning;
he crept out quietly, reputation sealed
Stories true at every compass point;
spread by flightless birds
Hiding all his deeds, secret desire
in the minds of those he wronged
No grave, no stone, no peace;
ashes spread upon a distant field