A Scene

His condemned expression floats down the polluted river,
In defiance, it chains him tight to an object of nature,
Growing weary of contemplation in diluted agony pushed,
A radical aspect of a single word, a squirmish pain weary,
Attempting to relieve threads enmeshed to tree bark,
The beauteous glide of tearing clothes and blatant intent,
Could not end the many years of free servitudein luxury,
The politicking of enterprise in irony pushed powerfully,
To a bleak fire puffing black smoke silently above,
Punishment of human institution would be powerful enough,
To lay down his conscience by a gravdiggers hands.