9-5

I am a dead man on the run
falling like the chips at a casino,
for I am one of many.

Dead Ends Are Only for the Damned

He walks the Earth like a lumbering giant of times past. His name is so ancient even the elders cannot say it. It is instead like a whisper of wind or creaking of a bending tree in a lonesome forest. A relic of a hard age - he is all but dead to the modern world. The locals call him a patriot, but his enemies call him a monster. His family believe he's Damned - awaiting his execution at the end of a long quiet road.