The Party Poem by Fadhil Al Azzawi

No one was missing.
Cain was in the kitchen sharpening his knife
And Noah in the living room watching
The weather report on television.
They all arrived in their cars
And disappeared in the long alley
Leading to the party.
Our fair lady danced in the ring
And showed her treasures
Through her transparent dress.
We sat with other guests
And sipped our drinks to the dregs.
At the end of the night,
Returning home,
We gave the blind man his lost cane
And the murderer his bloody hatchet.
It was a party,
Like any other party.