The Cloak of Decency

gray0328

 

The enemy I see moves slow,  

their hands soft against their spine,  

their smile folded into a crease,  

as if carved from sweet wax.  

 

They speak of virtue with honeyed breath,  

their arguments polished, spit-shined, firm.  

Their eyes a crystal calm, a pond,  

reflecting doubt back into my skin.  

 

The cloak they wear fits perfectly snug—  

a tailored armor of righteousness sewn.  

Its threads whisper in the breeze,  

a fabric woven from straightened lies.  

 

I watch them gather the room, feast  

on trust, licking the marrow clean.  

Their decency hums its quiet hymn,  

a hymn that silences every scream.

  • Author: gray0328 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 31st, 2025 12:06
  • Comment from author about the poem: Inspired by Bob Dylan
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 21
  • Users favorite of this poem: sorenbarrett, Doggerel Dave
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  • sorenbarrett

    This poem has metaphor, symbolism and flow that makes it tell its story in disguise. Lovely

  • Doggerel Dave

    The descriptor/aphorism or whatever 'Manners maketh the man' could only be attached to no one I wish to be anywhere near.
    Well writ, Sir.

    • gray0328

      Thanks for sharing your feedback Dave

      • Doggerel Dave

        Cheers. Could you let me know if a particular Dylan song was the motivation?



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