Incarceration

A welter of anxious faces gawks curiously at him, But by now he is immune to the consternation. His effervescent expression glows, As he swigs down their viscous repulsion. He knows that they will desecrate his graveyard, Punishing him for his denial to be superfluous, For his denial to permit flexibility in himself. But will they incarcerate him in the walls of his mind? His guilt has been proved in the lifelong adjudication, Yet he never mocks their paradoxical thoughts. The site is given a last perambulation, And then spasmodic gun fire ends The Tale.