Rumours
Rumours spreading ink
Blots on a character,
Insidiously virus like,
Duplicating cells,
Touching and impregnating
Once lucid beliefs
With embryo taints and
Darker schema.
“So, that’s him, there he is
That’s what he did,
Let’s hear more;”
Truth warped out of shape,
A shifting balloon of
Malleable bad blood,
Twisted beyond all
Former recognition.
Poison pen Chinese whispers
Uttered, scratched,
Scrawled, trickled asides,
Poured and decanted
Into the ears of those dupes
Susceptible enough and lazy enough,
Evil enough
To propagate the lies.
If said enough times,
It becomes tangible, factual,
A construct of the real world.
Initially I trod
Upon an ant,
By Easter
I killed Jesus;
By Christmas, guess
I’ll hang for it…
Copyright © Tony Bush | Year Posted 2006
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