gateway guardian

i watch the guardian at the gate

who ushers trespassers to their fate

between the keep

and the ditch that’s deep

while I pass with foul export

he stops and gives a brief report

a messenger arrives too late

for the next transport he must wait

the guardian puts them to sleep

and cocoons them with thread to weep

i pass back into the fort

the guardian makes no retort

the guardian finishes their date

preserved until their time to sate

i wander past them with a heap

my own collection from which to reap

i hear the guardian’s tiny snort

laughing at my catch, and my sport

About Brad Werner

Technical Evangelist
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