the threat much closer – v5
bad news building, growing,
Iran about to be hit, reprisals,
Ukraine developed ballistic missiles,
an ally shot dead in Moscow,
what does that portend for the future,
sand almost out in the hourglass...
how his demons must call him, shrieking,
in the darkness, taunting him beyond midnight,
does he know them, does he know their names,
does it matter what he has been drinking,
finding him alone in the bunker, his cell,
nowhere to go, to run from his terrors…
his living nightmares, like the snares on Pilate,
haunted daily by their innocent blood,
as Bulgakov shared so well, torment,
his ego captured, in fear, in distance,
keeping everyone away from him,
more than at arm’s length…
no, he doesn’t have to fear Ukraine, NATO,
an outside aggressor, a foreign enemy,
within the walls of his gilded dungeon,
the threat much closer, truly,
sometimes as close as breath,
a dagger pushed, into his chest…
his days are numbered, his life borrowed,
their curses already spoken, a mist, a fog,
the coup will come, in an instant, suddenly,
when he least expects it, sooner,
rising from the Kremlin itself,
from its very walls…
will he groan, “Et tu, Brute?”
when a friend turns the knife,
will blood fall from his lip,
frozen in mid-air, juxtaposed
with his shocked amazement,
that they ever got so close…
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Edited October 2, 2024
the threat much closer – v5
#Putin #Russia #coup betrayal
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