'Fire! ' Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Attached they are without curteousy...
A demand to strike when needed
Seems cursed.
Extinquishing sparks
From arched eyebrows of those heated.
Alliances threaten to leave before dessert is served.

The feast that began,
Begins to lose the enchantment...
With the splitting of nerves!
Conversations are overheard,
Of the host having fits!
Seating arrangements are disturbed...
As uninvited guests come to sit!
And the chef is in the kitchen,
Throwing up his hands!
The meal he prepared,
Has been spoiled by such demands.
A coup in Thailand?
And now Iran breaks down the door?
The feast is looking bleak!
And Iraq continues to crumble as a nation for sure!
While those who make announcements to split...
Witness fumes and rising smoke,
Pouring through cracks from the floor
Abandoning a course 'selected' they ignore!

'Fire! '