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The Banquet
The guests are all wearing masks, but its easy to tell who they All are,
We sit down together,
The guests laugh
The guests smile
But I am crying, mourning something that hasn’t happened yet.
The food is brought out
First is Salad
Second is bread
Third is the main course.
A Silver platter flies by all the guests’ heads
the platter stops at the head of the table, where I sit.
Blood drips onto my napkin and plate.
I open the lid for my guests as they help themselves to the meal.
From my swollen cloudy eyes I see
The enormous heart lining the platter now residing in the center of the long table.
My guests eat away in glee.
I lower my head in shame for them.
I now see the reason for my pain as I stare at this open wound in my chest.
The guests are all wearing masks, but its easy to tell who they All are,
We sit down together,
The guests laugh
The guests smile
But I am crying, mourning something that hasn’t happened yet.
The food is brought out
First is Salad
Second is bread
Third is the main course.
A Silver platter flies by all the guests’ heads
the platter stops at the head of the table, where I sit.
Blood drips onto my napkin and plate.
I open the lid for my guests as they help themselves to the meal.
From my swollen cloudy eyes I see
The enormous heart lining the platter now residing in the center of the long table.
My guests eat away in glee.
I lower my head in shame for them.
I now see the reason for my pain as I stare at this open wound in my chest.