Displaying that acumen on the back bench
won’t raise the bar - we’re here in the lime-
light already, or’ve I misread something th’
introduction indiscreetly mentioned - tho’ it
hardly matters and the evidence is there’s
contumaciously carved conspiracy lodged
in woodwork we’d admired moments ago,
a legacy, they said, we’d learn to live with
Having that hanging over your head won’t
be the only jeopardy, its in an endowment
where you prove you’re whom they trust t’
deliver their telling blow - the one of being
thrust into cognoscenti of notoriety: who’d
admire you now won’t know its the end
© 7 September 2016, I. D. Carswell
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