That calculated invitation,
prepare a plan, under chains, practised gestures,
worn greetings, heads nodding, hands clasping,
the bone cold-hard under the deceptive warmth
that nobody is deceived by;
Faceless guests, predictable words,
empty conversation, routine rituals,
A great act with deliberate precision;
one toe out of line and the heads turn
-expelled from the list
None caring for the other, all a facade to please,
To please that immortal, ever-watchful,
invincible tyrant Society-
Let it hang itself. Amen.
28 July 2007
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