It might just be the loneliest job
Necessity
ever created,
A
mindless abandonment of willful thought
Meant
only to keep the wolf subjugated.
Walking
in lockstep with himself,
Weapon
at ready to challenge on sight,
Waiting,
watching, now watching some more
For
shape-shifting phantoms stalking the night.
Desperately
striving to stave off the beast of sleep.
Eyes
open, must stay alert.
Gazing
out into the wide swathe of nothing
Til
memory forestalls and senses pervert.
How
much longer? How many more steps
Til
this ceaseless night comes to conclusion?
Up
again, down again, making the rounds again
Til
the night is a mask of illusion.
It’s
a thankless task,
But
someone must do it.
Millions
have managed before
To
get through it.
He
walks the perimeter, keeping his keep
While
armies of millions are sound asleep.
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