I can see him now

                                           Numb with fear

Waiting for the result

The numbers

What are numbers

But to tick off  life

Circles on the oak

Finally called to the hushed

His supporters

Tighten their grip

Their solidarity

                     Squeezing him with love and protection

He glances over

 Examines the face for intensity

A nod either way tells the story

The head pendulum is negative

Circle by Circle

Like layers of an onion

Peel away

Till they get to the core

And the core breaks

He is alone

Defeat is always alone