All around we gather, <br />Still the one suspected least - <br />The banquet table, Cromwell seats, <br />For kings and royalty. <br />All around we congregate, <br />Each, a manifestation of me - <br />What conflicts me; <br />What constricts me; <br />What constructs me. <br />The lieutenant is determination, <br />The governor is wise - <br />The lady in the gown and pearls <br />Is every missed sunrise - <br />The devil is temptation, <br />The child, discovery - <br />That pauper at the very end <br />Is my humility - <br />The jester is my wit, the <br />Olympian, my drive - <br />The leper in the corner’s hope, <br />And keeping us alive - <br />At the head is pride, <br />And pride, well, that is me - <br />My chair is gold and emerald-studded, <br />Silk upholstery - <br />One by each, we nod and sit, <br />The one suspected least - <br />To cast our eyes at the unveiling <br />Of a wild and conquered beast - <br />Anger. <br />Anger is that beast. <br /> <br />And so we sit and feast. <br /> <br />*From the book: Vapours of Promise, ©2004 - ISBN 1-59526-352-7<br /><br />Kelly Vinal<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/feast/
