Poison

A small honey covered seed

Like the witches impetus

Poured into the King’s ear

When planted plain

In the barren belly of the land

A fertile ground

This germ is as persuasive as Iago’s silver tongue

Which, with tenacious flair

Targets the tenue

Synapses spark

And the spore forms

Swathed in its silky cocoon it cogitates

Gradually encased in lustrous layers

It blooms into monstrous malady

Like a siren song, to lull a weary sailor

Molten gold, is spilled out like sweet syrup

By a malevolent mason

Until ripe, when it solidifies

Like the grit in the craw

It roots itself into reason

And like the grain of sand in the shell

This gem becomes the imposter here.

The cuckoo in the nest

It corrupts

The fragile membrane

Sprouts forth, fantastic rhetoric

In a tangle of weeds

Like frank faith

It is a constant false deity

A pipette that drip, drip, drips

With the insertion of the line

Force-fed straight through the vein

Reinforced with flamboyant flourish

That distorts the optics of rationality

Like a camera forced out of focus

This obscurity becomes reality

Indistinguishable

If stones do break bones

Then words can be poison

Potent with the power to damage

When delivered up by a clever salesman

The manipulation served by

The play of a puppeteer

This mendacious employment

Turns night to day

Left to right

And the time taken to break the circuit can be infinite