Maddest Man I Ever Met
The maddest man I ever met
was ranting at the parapet,
with blood and tears, rage and sweat,
missives fired like exocet.
He screamed into the weeping skies
of stalkers, spooks and foreign spies,
of truth, half truth and barefaced lies,
and cryptographic lullabies.
As veins upon his face stood out
he waved his fists and whirled about,
each whisper to a scream or shout,
a dervish spinning roustabout.
The maddest man I ever saw
raved until his lungs turned raw,
his ashen face like burning straw,
at war with God, at war, at war.
Copyright © Tony Bush | Year Posted 2006
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