Master whisperer

listen an' quiver
hear 'the master' in the wind
in that swift breeze where he
whispers abpout you an' I what
you an' I may noy see

he even whispers where a king
resides in its corridors in a chamberlain's
chamber,  in a nobleman's bed, in a kitchen's
pots an' pans or in the most sesitive ear of all

when a warlord comes to call
not only a whisperer is he a listener his might
rests upon all the global land his whispers
are ev'rywhere and the spoils of war are
his profit written in the sand

listen an' quiver
if you know the master he protects
whatever interest he has might you
confess

a silenced whisper
will remove the threat from whatever
confession you ever had or he whispers less
and you will remain in his servitude

might you flee his might
will find you even in a hollow tree
where again he will become as the wind
a strong breeze a gale if need

and without mercy
will deposite you under a fallen tree's dead leaves
or leave you somewhere on a remote
wasteland where nobody will ever
believe you're 'the residu'

'The Master Whisperer'

leaves

(c) JR. 2017