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 ..