Tuesday, March 2, 2010


The music, now subsiding, clears the air
And, thus, once more, his thoughts come back to him
And he becomes a man, again. So, there
he is with other once-more men. And, dim,
the memory of why he's here returns.
Around a table, they are all now sat
as an agenda is now read. By turns
each member -- chewing slowly on the fat
of items -- of his own importance speaks
portentiously. Ahh! Great Committee, Fine
and True! Your voicing, doused with import, reeks
of air whose notes, though recently divine
in harmony are now discordant squeaks
and squawks. But it's unseemly to deride,
So, call to order, You who now preside!

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