Aspersions

No doubting integrity dressed in kind words
meant to give great heart – it is not for wont
of praise whether biblical or blandishment

Yet eulogies stray into equations of assonance
or play infinities weighed to succour in patois
graced thus and parsed to greatly inflate

Oh, there are elements of coherence perhaps;
but the dread reflection is that familiar image
renounced as much too difficult to wear

And it would seem that things only go wrong
as imperfections perceived in the glow of that
illusive figure’s imagined radiance – so

One stands in disillusionment’s shadow and
waits judgment patiently – but nothing is cast,
not even aspersions on fame
© 18 May 2012, I. D. Carswell