Atop an icy globe

Thinking once was enough, the light
was switched off on my way out.
Front door shut tight but quietly, I'm
stepping down the hall, half ignoring
screams of horror from where I've
come. It's my duty, my job, my honor,
so I know what I have done. I know
everything. I've said everything I've
had to say. needed to say.

But I am not a good man
I was never a good man
I never met a good man
Not my father or brother
and I pocket my hands

The building is behind me now.
I slide atop an icy globe
into a storm
until the next destination
is underneath my feet.