Good Sheepdog

Amaris

Can one call him guiltless,

This man who supposedly did not abet?

This man who walks away from it all

His hands clean and uncallused

Should one forget him,

As he was blind to the tears of his friends,

Deaf to their pleas,

Too mute to speak up?

This coward—a statue erected for one reason:

Fear.

This peaceful, law-abiding man,

Who turned the other cheek

For the Greater Good.

A ductile copper wire

Sat, shook, rolled over.

And was so flabbergasted

That none came to his aid

When he was asked to play dead.

For now, there was no one to watch blank-faced

As he had.