How is possible for the person who had the world at his feet,

the beckoning call of history call out with a flourish and fanfare

each time he raised his eyebrows and gave an opinion,

to fall so blindly, stupidly and recklessly low?

The flourished fanfare, now fading and sounding as if being delivered

by a midwife who has taken the job on,

not from duty or responsibility

but because she couldn’t get a job as a stripper or a walk on extra

in fashion shoot, her hands dirty, unsanitary and with the twisting