Dear Bruce: The theme of the moment seems to synchronistically play the room and that is; Corruption. In the Bruce Hamilton poem Corruption, the theme continues to weave words with much aplumb. Corruption can be in the hurtful words that keep us "in control" and perpetually "under thumb" whosoever owns that thumb. Likely corruption begins at birth. The smooth flow probably halted by words that say never when really, they should never say never, again!