
So, after the million-and-more
Worthless words, we came;
The faithful and the free
To be weighed on
The Scales of Reputations,
Under the Pointless Arch
And the anonymous gaze of
Distant strangers. Came
To the northernmost fringes
Of the City of False Wisdoms,
For the trials, and
After the assembling, the
Crowded, stalling, winding journey
The excesses:
Of colour and clamour,
Of favours and flavours,
Poise and pose,
The raising of voices,
Candles and sacrifices
Of fish and fruit;
The exchange of coins
For tokens,
Standing,
Sitting …
To be finally judged:
Noble, inspirational
But wanting.
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