Davy

“a blaze of glory”

it sounds 

so romantic, so fantastic

to go out that way.

but i want to live in

not go out in

that blaze, not a phase

in the end.

so i pretend.

but i’m no hero

just a zero -

here.

the bastards got to me again.

or rather, i let them.

news flash: 

i’m the bastard, constructing a last bastion

of defence, like a fence, only more useless.

i reckon i should reconnoiter a bit

before locking myself into my own tomb,

as they slap a face i could never hope

or care

to save.

we remember

a man who died fighting for liberty.

what a hero.

most of us forget what he said before that though…

“You can all go to hell.  I’m going to Texas.”

as good a place for a blaze of glory as any,

i suppose.