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