Last Call

By Katje Kaase


In the back of the crowd,

A blue jacket emerged.

The color was moot.

It was the man inside.


The rabble roared

But the blue man sighed,

Like the last call in a bar,

With an empty glass.


Surrounded by fools,

Ignorance fed,

He shook his head.

Gestured integrity...

Enough unsaid!


November, 2019