Any [thing]

He was now ready for any:

That thing

They had hidden

For fifteen 

Hears.

[And though little

Was left

To right

{Rightly],

He knew

All they could

Do now was to

Dye his life, 

If not let him live.}

And so he was ready:

For any

Thing.

Even that thing:

For life.

But death

At their hands

No longer

Did he five.

He was high

As could be.

He was finally free

To be the bravest

Man who’d

Ever been put away

For seeing too much

Of that thing they never

Did say.

That any

Which is destroying

Democracy’s

Wondrous discourse.

Of course it is.

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