Crest for Knowledge
10.

It's his song: the trademark badge
he wears on his lapels, and he must.
They all have their badges of honour,
their crests of virtue, except there are
no crests anymore. Still, the virtues
are carved into their hearts: the badges
on their chest. That inside will never change
even if there's no outside crest to wear
anymore.

He can finger the skin from time to time
and feel no bump, no cut, no stitches,
but it's there nonetheless.
Maybe it's a mirage, or a hallucination,
but it's there, always there

And who really cares if the soul is blue
or white, orange or purple?
Even if they can't be sure they're seeing it,
they know it's there.