Are they all dead, I wonder? The
committee? If so, I am sorry.
I was mislead. That’s a poor excuse
for my actions, but I swear
out of all I know that it is only excuse
that matters. The dark man is as
the atomice bombs that still sit in
somewhere in their leadlined closets.
And when the end comes, and when
it is as horrible as as good men always
knew it would be, there is only one
thing to say all those good men
approach the “Throne of Judgement:
I was misled.