His sigh rippled through his body.
Instead of deflating, he shook,
full of feelings he couldnāt brook.
Exhaustion and anger diminished him.
Ā
Guilt made his coordination shoddy
and the glass slipped from his hand
But to his surprise, he could easily stand.
He rid himself of warmth, limb by limb.
Ā
The chill was easier to embody
A losing battle between the heat of the devilĀ
and a detached icicle that remains level
despite Doctor gravityās every whim
Ā
They said his grief was gaudy
āHow can you grieve that villain?
She died in her deserved prison.ā
He could remember the words verbatim.
Ā
The words of an insufferable busybody,
weighing in on the love story
between Power and Glory,
the two heartbeats a battle hymn.
