The Hours.

 

The Hours

 

Now is the hour.

An alarming hour.

Now is exposed the wickedness.

A degeneracy so perverse,

So pervasive,

So unparalleled,

That its exposure

Induces panic.

 

Now is the hour.

A desperate hour.

Now is the lawyerly nightmare.

A defense so impossible,

So impaired,

So unimaginable,

That its execution,

Informs nothing.

 

Now is the hour.

The unforeseen hour.

Now is the realization.

A retribution for a life lived

So uncaring,

So unbalanced,

So unlawful,

That its inevitability

Marches unimpaired.

 

Now is the hour.

The hour long awaited.

Now is the consequence:

The repercussions inexorable.

So impassive,

So impugning,

So imperative,

That its dismissal

May not be tolerated.

 

Now is the hour.

For one man,

The minutes tick away too quickly.

There is a sense

That he will soon have plenty of time.

Now is the hour

To give him time,

Lots of time…

 

Cliff Lake 8/5/2023

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