one look
my eyes gaze
through clouded avenues;
wolverine echoes
saunter into streets
of abstinent haste.
I heard the dance
of simple women
as ecstasy
was offered
but never once
in any truth fulfilled
and I never
did understand
the bemoaning
of the martyrs
as they lay their heads
under the guillotine
A fate they
most certainly
hastened to bring
swiftly
& precisely
upon themselves