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…