upon your head

was placed a crown

filled with gems of honor

a shrine

to your wordiness

 erected

by those in awe

of your old capabilities…

statues, resembling

the cold stone of you

were carefully crafted

for you, carved

with tools of passion

for you

for you had touched

the hems of the

masters’ garments

you had the nod

of approval

and they stood in awe

hoping for the same…

a monument to

your exhalted rank

was erected

because in their

humbled eye

you were the closest

they might ever get

to the real thing…

your every gesture

then

was well constructed

by your accounts

self-interest was key

ultra-cool, your irreversable

human conduct..

ignoring the template

you moved outward

shrugging away their gifts

of honor

they had carefully 

respectfully

laid at your door..

instead you suggested

that your

initimate knowledge

of greatness

would  always

dwarf their understanding

but in their gaze

 you may be faced

someday

with the tarnished reflection

of your own dishonorable

behavior…