It’s strange there are so many at this spot.
Of course! I see it now: they’re after her!
First fled I them for thought I they me sought,
then chased they me for thought they I she were.
If that’s the case, then all I have to do
is get past her and let them do their thing.
She will have been the only one who knew
I was not she, and who is she to sing?
I think she must not know they’re coming near,
or else by now she would have tried to run.
She thinks she’s safe, and when they disappear,
she’ll find her freedom in the setting sun.
I could inform her that I’ve drawn them hence.
That knowledge would be sure to change her course.
She might just bolt, but if she has some sense
she’ll leave a senseless suspect, using force.
So my best bet would be to get her first:
Strike fast, then run away before I’m seen.
The mob will get some oil to slake their thirst,
One’s justice will be done, and I’ll stay clean.
©2010 Louis A. Merrimac
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