Rough Justice

Rough Justice

There is a long dirt track

that leads me

way back, to a door I left

behind closed,

   a whole lifetime ago ..

And boy

I swore then, I would

   not go back there again ..

 

There’s a whole

barrel of booze hiding

there too

in plain sight, can you

not hear

the crowd roaring,

or feel them, all ducking

   and diving and scoring ..

 

There’s a whole

trail of mistakes in a wake

that I made,

   in my rush for the exit ..

And casualties too

by the score but then who’s

counting, this is war

   and don’t we all know it ..