True Grit

You will walk away from me

and I will cry

fade into the distance

with your head held high

coxcombed presence

always strut to spare

prestige apparent

in dismissive air

You will turn your back on them

and they will cry

wonder if some wrong they’ve done

you will lie

never to their face

that’s not your style

minions do it for you

versions take a while

You will diminish

as more folk cry

unfinished business

while we question why

run motherfuckers

we’ve no time to spare

lost all your rights to us

when you showed no care

You will disappear

and we will cry

relief in our bosoms

as we watch you die

pity perished

when you buried it

truth became a legend

when we held with grit