It is too easy to dismiss
this late change, this
unprecedented shift
in emotional anxiety;
too easy to see a way
to excuse the why and
how it came to pass.
In the haste to explain,
in a last, late recondite
burst of speculation we
missed the drift of events
towards a steep precipice.
If you see the same scene I see
you know where I stand;
I am at the foot of the cliff,
amidst the shattered mess
of debris you had made into
your last redoubtable fortress.
© 8 May 2007, I.D. Carswell
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