Socrates cuts the jury apart with his plain truths,
though he succeeds only in angering them.
Ashamed, and bitter at his corrective nature
they answer his crystalline logic with death.
The Oracle hedges his bets with
loose language, even as Socrates
strove to prove him wrong:
with the wise men, that crossed meanings;
with the poets, that loved only pretty and empty words;
with the artists, that nurtured images far too vibrant
to leave room for petty philosophy.
He spades his own grave
even as he unravels the lies constructing his sentence.
That ignorant lawyer Meletus falls into each trap,
his contradictory arguments proof enough of innocence -
and yet Socrates still dies.
He cared only for the refinery of his soul
and, at the end of the day,
perhaps a free lunch for his efforts.
He said, "This has happened before."
Said, "This will surely happen again."
And left the stage.