Amanuensis

 

He was the perfect

Employee –

He did his job,

And sometimes

Everyone else’s

As well,

Always arrived

A little early

And left

A little late,

Never complained,

Never slacked off,

Never did anything wrong.

He was an

Amanuensis –

A manuscript copier,

A dictation writer,

A text imprinter.

But he got bored

Of constantly

Writing other’s

Words and not

Having a voice of

His own –

            Not having people

                        Read his speeches and ideas

                                    Like they did with the words

                                                He copied onto paper for them to read –

And so he began

To tweak the

Writing he slavishly

Drudged through,

At first changing

            A word or two

            Then a sentence or so

Until it came to

The modification of

            Ideas

            Thoughts

Beliefs

Ever so slowly,

Ever so subtly,

So that the readers

Hardly realized

That the statements

They were pouring over

Were not written by

Who they wanted to hear.

And they

            So ignorantly

            So naively

            So unknowingly

Began to follow

The mere amanuensis,

Quoting him,

            Admiring him,

                                    Loving him.

And he would smile

For now he was

Not just the

Copier of words –

He was the

Master of them.

 

 

 

Reviews

[Legion]

Perfect! Great piece. Love the transition here. Kudos.

[Andromeda]

i love this! seriously this is moy fantastico! it kinda reminds me of 1984 for some reason...most definitely one of my favorites!