Devout in their swirling robes of piety meet passing around serious gossip higgledy-piggledy Protected and secure guarding their wand of tainted tradition Placed atop a leisurely linened luncheon table The main course heated in the best double boiler of barely bubbling souls An idle day dining on lobster bisque its bloodless carapace ground down for just the proper flavour
with a vintage sherry's fragrant epistemology
Plattered and offered from ancienne tureens
This moneyed midday circle where five familial branches are sufficient to make some social significance Among bibelots and bijouteries The affected ornaments of overdoing as the grisaille paneling once smiling bright from the walls of a palace grimaces in yellowing torpor
The Latin-American housegirl
will clear the table as if she were a well-trained pet on a leash All acknowledge her with polite tight mouths All at this tribunal are in accord Sentencing her to be happy
far away from those despicable military dictators
that would surely drag her down to servitude All of this gathering pleased they could supply someone so disadvantaged with a home and clothes Spotless starched uniforms The required outfit of caring captivity As she totes her shining silver tray back to her light and airy servant’s shell from which cries of anguish never intrude on those purposeful women Lacquered and hardened with views just so Passing the time of righteous generations in self anointed judgment Permanently frozen in imperious postures All eyes the deep colour of delft blue hard as the porcelain Continuing to shine a heritage of smug and indifferent coldness.