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.