On the Demise of an Angry Minister

poison in his brain
a volcanic couldron
boiling beneath pastoral toil.

one cannot force bitterness down.
it erupts sooner or later, violently
to the pity and slight suprise of those around,

who shake their heads in dark dismay.
cluck their tongues and sadly say,
he saved others, but himself, he cannot save.

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