Hamon's Head

Hamon
came to dinner twice
heady with plans
of power. No 

disastrous premonition

 warned him that it was
 his head
instead
that would hang on 

the waiting gallows
he had built for
another. How long 

did it take for his
smirk to drop at the
corners? Did his eyes
reflect rage
when dispatched plans 

thwarted
 planned destruction,
turning the table on
his legacy

 of hatred, 

slander, 

gossip, 

greed, 

and lies?

This land might

blossom now with 

grace. Flourish with 

love. Stretch 

its borders with 

kindness. 

Harvest
 has a chance
of

 happening
now.