RUMOUR by Geoffrey Heptonstall

Gives the direction,

entering full of tongues,

burning with rage

against everyone who sees

the direction with a mind

to know how to tell what may be

from the City of Rumour

with streets leading nowhere

but in painted perfection

that asks for the sacrifice

of self to the cause

revealed as nothing more

than a waiting to deny

the future its possession

of an ideal again

in truth made visible

behind the shadow of lies.