Alone of His Ilk
If he starts running at this point
He will only draw attention
To himself. Better, he thinks,
To walk slowly, like the others,
With head down, so no one links
Him to what is about to transpire.
He could not have foreseen
How badly things would misfire.
But it’s all the same.
Happens. His name
Will be remembered with scorn.
He did not plan it this way.
But he was not born
To remain, alone of his ilk, in the shadows.