You’ve made it!
Really something.
It’s all been in the works since
Let’s not even go there.
Now you’re a lady on her way, see,
Or a man with a plan.

And now you move towards the payoff,
Given mercy, the ancient trade-off.

Mercy means to stay one’s hand,
Or as the case may be,
To stay any hand you see
That is captured by confusions –
Then shoulder the solutions.

I’m here, but why?,
Each asks to know,
As undeniably as death,
As cyclically as snow.

There’s a part of “why” we know for certain,
There’s Mercy’s grave command –
“Don’t lower that curtain, YOU SHALL NOT PASS –
Release the lethal object
That you’re holding in your hand!”

That’s how I got here,
I’d bring you too,
It’s the association of the spared.
Thus our yearning ancient race
Does triumph and does learn
Products of mercy
Must do mercy in their turn.

      27 October 2022