An Idle Fame

An idle fame rests on the mantle, rewritten to be

gawked at under eyes of herded cattle

who as a mass are only to engage in idle chatter.

 

The idle fame is sprawled on a picturesque wooden T,

with a bandolier sketched over, hanging across his ribs

like a rosary dangles under a shrine of glowing candles.

 

Like sheep to slaughter, the crowd is only vaguely

aware of a larger show, bull’s-eye-bound arrows

with unknown targets (spectacles invite silences).

 

Night’s eve to the garden after the fall has been revised

to cater to the needs of thrones; rewritten by restless classes

is a story set ablaze, urging violence within the masses. 

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