For getting caught
In front of a bouquet of microphones
A predator apologizes
For getting caught
This. . .
This is the world today
Then an earthquake of consciousness
Unabashedly arises
From the aether
To chisel deeply into fresh gravestones
Indelicately the words reading something like. . .
‘A predator’s once great career did die here’
(it will not be the last)
So some quakes have longer nights
More terrible days
Forming very long memories
Like scars
Grotesque
From brutal wars
With imbalanced outcomes
This is about more than individuals
So not all casualties will be guilty
Not all victors will be true
That is war
Such as it is
Perhaps though. . .
Perhaps the ends will bring us better times
(This time)
For the inherently disadvantaged of us
(Time is different)