Off Goes Robert

Off goes Robert

Mute and metallic

Posed on an outsized horse

The Kingdom of Hell

He sought to defend

Remains grey smoke

Lee like the star of the poem

Paradise Lost

Doubly routed

Doubly cast out, thinks

To himself

“… then, in the grave,

Or in some other dismal place, who knows

But I shall die a living death? Oh, thought

Horrid, if true!”

True, Robert, true

You’re truck-driven off

To further oblivion

Like scrap metal and dumped

All you fought to defend

Rots with you

-- DH, 9/21 / Photo by Steve Helber, AP