The Butter Man 

He
was born 
from silly conversation
He was drunk and in company 
or maybe 
he was sober
And
alone 

and he was asked 
or maybe he asked 
of himself
Who or 
what 
are you?

And the words he spoke
Were never 
To leave his shadow  
Again

For he said:

I am 
But a man

And typically
Or not
His words 
Were
Taken
At face value 

No more than 
Chinese whispers 
Or not 
For isn't that 
exactly 
What he said

Maybe it was I
Who misheard 
Or misunderstood 
From my vantage point  
No higher 
Than anyone 
Else's 

Ear-wigging
In
The dark  

Trying to make sense 
Of the nonsense 
Of the echoes 

And they spread him
Across their toast 
Like Lurpak
And his job
Was
Done