General   (General discussion, talk about anything.)

THE GOING


He hated it-
the going.

And, not wanting to go,
compounded his misery.

At the dawn door,
she adjusted his collar and coat;

her weary eyes
trickling tears.

Doubt shall not make an end for us,
he whispered...to ease her fears.

Turning to go,
to the icy dawn and summer's last swallows,

homewards, to face judgement and trial,
and the waiting gallows...


Jarvo 2020