the polluting

yes,

the hands may very well start

clean &

yes,

there might very well be an honest heart

in the chest of the body which extends the

hands &

yes,

there might be a brain with ideas that would

shock the world into a new century of positive

change inside the head atop the heart & the

extending hands &

yes,

we may listen with an open mind

to the voice coming from the brain attached to

the heart & the cleans hands

in the beginning,

but,

when the polluting comes

it comes on as something never encountered

by our once honest, once idealistic &

once trusted

hands, heart & mind---

the polluting of this individual may come in

stages,

where promises made to her/him are

accentuated by financial gains or

the possibility of pure power,

or it may be something more subtle

which cannot be registered by someone of

lay means,

for the process of the polluting is never as

revealing as the conclusive character

who emerges from the lair of the proverbial

“devil,”

reeking of the fluids expelled during the wild

romp in his bed---

we see in the eyes

a heart that has gone cold & drifted far away

from the needs of the many &

we hear nothing of the ideals that had been

promoted by that brain which had been

working in tandem with that heart---

instead,

now the polluted wo/man

steps out into the forefront of public life

with hands dripping

blood & dirt,

permanently stained &

ever-deceiving---

corrupt to the core.