The Hanging of Haman

Delusion
Is a rain that falls
Spilling rivers from their banks
Sweeping before the tide
All manner of intelligence
Wisdom
And propriety.

False tales
Silly fables
And outrageous rumors
Violate geography
Rolling upward
Swelling mountains
And subverting truth.

The mouth
Of the liar
And the itching ear
Of the hearer
Are altogether wicked.
They will have
A certain end
But not before great violence
Is done
To gentle truth
And those who dwell
Circumspectly
In a land that was once at peace.

Woe to those
Who trade in delusion
Who lift their necks
To scaffolds
Of their own construction.

Haman always hangs
From his own gallows
While Mordecai is exalted.