L Milton Hankins Poet Quatrain

Above the Quay - 2

Consider this choice (of sound mind) my last hurrah, 
Have no doubt about my motive so pure and fine  
See my feet dangling just above the waterline; 
Give my fond farewells, observe my last scofflaw. 

I chose this heavy iron chain around my neck; you see, 
Coarse cattle rope was much too gauche, too primitive 
A way for this gentrified man to take his final leave 
To indelibly announce he no longer wishes here to be. 

I am as innocent as a newly-born child into this world, 
No misdemeanors to confess before a judge or jury 
Only experiencing raw anguish and unmitigated fury 
At the many false accusations at me wrongfully hurled.


A complete re-styling and re-write
of my poem "Above the Quay" on February 27, 2021
Submitted to John Lawless's "Fragments of Verse" Contest

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