I delayed leaving for work, caught a glimpse

Of a surprising sight - the Inquiry

Into Iraq, and Blair’s live appearance

How is he looking? Boyish? Furtively?

How is he acting? Innocent? Guilty?

And how is he answering? Well? Or ill?

Chilcot has got him there, true, but will he

Get him, or set him free? Well, time will tell

But now I had to leave, for duty called

A cold wind blew on Trinity Way, pumps

Pumping me on and on to Ralli Quays

I’m comin’ down the mountain of email

Checkin’ the BBC website for hints

Why war was waged in 2003

A sonnet what I wrote on Friday.