dotard
they shouted
he was called dotard
but he called himself
hard bolt
steeled for time’s eye to reflect
upon the coming of a wall’s memory
lined for the firing squad
just one pen held the magic word
bullet they mumbled
bull shit he said
the dotards fired him
there and then the plaque was pinned
hard bolt was shot by dotard
on this very day
this poem
said nothing not even stop
get away with you
you dotard
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