Folded it wrong

By Howard Wimshurst

I’m not an expert at folding. Sometimes mine comes out a bit wonky.

But it's clear to me, those people over there made a wrong fold, or several.

A sequence of increasingly tangled folds they couldn’t pull free from.

I’m so relieved to not be over there because now …

It’s folding them.

Folded billboards and broadcasts,

Folded the opposition party,

Folded lies over facts,

Cries over logic,

Logic over love,

Death over life,

Folded the money into his pocket,

Folded his clothes to pack his bags,

Folded the ticket to board the train

and shoot him away to die in a ditch.

And Nobody won. He needed to die.

Putin won’t die, so he needed to die.

...

As we're all busy folding, I wonder,

How long this relief of mine,

To not be folded over there,

Can last.