at the end of the tether pulling at muscle and nerve.  
imperfect timing of spirit and grace
imperfection more damaged 
than a thousand stones thrown into the air 
a plea for clemency fails and soon Napoleon is on the roof howling abuse 
the iconic clenched fist tried to resist
but soon they were invading the shelves of supermarket graist

but what was left to the imagination was
he intended to strike just such a pose or it is was not the moment experienced by
a designer of sorts an untamed muscle painting the market 
defining demand by placing seductive art
in the fingers of ambiguity
the hives of inequity
the marching millions have
no voice that can be heard