in extension

Without faith, for I was flawed not chosen,
in times when that perhaps was understood
beyond the pillars of establishment

For the appearance of conformity

Despite all that, I strove and forged ahead
because I cleaved to simple excellence
and found resilience when it mattered


the virtue of honour

I was always only too aware
that deception would be found out
and that disaster’s narrow edge
was just a touch, a kiss, away


My voice was one among the others
diminished since it went unheard
all while we acted as we hoped
that what went round would come around