Shall you converse
in betrayel of my name?
My siblings, too
thought by you,
are adverse.
How counts the evil
of the street
measured with words
and borne by feet?
Follow the echo....
Succoured by ignorance
of a matrix told,
spoken in chance
from a web that's old.
Sally Plumb Plumb
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/rumour-6/
