Graveyards

This is a slight continuation of the last post, more dealing with our honesty than anything else, but to me, not saying anything when you should is about the same as flat out dishonesty. My original introduction to this poem read: A graveyard near a road paved with good intentions...

'Graveyard'

'When a man lies, he murders some part of the world.' -- Merlin, Excalibur

Who is the murderer facing me?

Simple white lies, protecting from harm
Innocence for innocent,
Deceiving with such ease.
Double-speak, double-talk
All the same...
Buried beneath an ethos lost,
Honesty and integrity replaced
By concealing the blame.

Clandestine engagements, compounding the shame
Ethics dismissed,
Personal honor tarnished, becoming
A joke, an exception
In so short a time...
Laid low with good intentions,
Sharing the same road
Paved by our words.

I know the murderer
Waiting in this graveyard of deceit,
This agony of lies.
I see him... staring back at me.

C.