I Was

I was
the forerunner to your
every unforgivable whim
in view of the masses.

I was
discouraged, hopeless; your
empty words fell on
dozing ears
as the guns of
Bristol awoke from
their deep slumber
enticed by the stars in
the heavens.

I was
reborn under the
Bristol moon
untouched by your
scathing words, your
despicable looks.