At the departing hour, it was time for him to relinquish his heart.
But his life had been laid on the tablet before his dying days, before his youth.
Even before his birth, his sacrifice had been pre-established
by those devils in suits with their sighing leather briefcases.
With saddened masks they wept for this man,
Paid him a eulogy and shook hands with his loved ones.
But with a wicked smile, they danced their way to the bank.
Rest in peace good slave.
Stephen Riordan. (Circa 2013).