SPOKEN WORD

The aberrant needs of the unoccupied mind

Can be deadly when given the time

To stew, to compose

To comprise lines of lies

Truly nothing more frightful

Than a mind with no rhyme

Or reason

Treason stands vexed

Hurting itself

Herding the cows

Of blame

No sane portion

Not consumed by disdain

The bay of hellhounds

Circling in on their quarry -

Dare not look the third time

Running from their sway

Held back by the story

Dare not look it in the eye

Crimes alight

On the victim

Stuck in the sight

Of their glare

Posturing madness

Steps forward

Stuck by its gaze

Once ensnared

Stone replaces body...

Silt replaces vein

Eyes a marbled palette

Turned to beads of pain

Hollowed and harrowing now

Excruciation incurred

And All of this malady -

Begot by the spoken word