Everybody’s going to the party
To have a real good time
Dressed in their Sunday best
"Men and women, friends and allies
Come invited, or not at all
To our most humble home"
Boulevards of magnolias
And sweetgum
Cast shadows on white columns
Everybody’s going to the party
To have a real good time
Moms and Pops call it wholesome
Suits and dresses
Festoon porcelain skin
They empty at the carriage circle
In imports they wish were elephants
Marching past onyx statues
“Come now, pay them no mind.”
Everybody’s going to the party
To have a real good time
They waltz into the dining room
Onyx statues looking on
To a table lined with china
Bought with a purloined coin
One month's wages
For a goblet full of gold
Their guests demand nothing less
Everybody’s going to the party
To have a real good time
Conversation begins,
Pious and hot
“They want to take our guns,”
“Not during dinner, hun”
“And our sons,”
“I said–”
“Not during Dinner, Hun”
Everybody’s going to the party
To have a real good time
The onyx statues stare
Silent and unblinking
As boys and girls
Despair from their red chairs
Deciding what's unfair
“Justice!”
“Freedom!” They chant
Everybody’s going to the party
To have a real good time
They drift deeper, sinister
One cries “oppression”
Another “discrimination!”
The statues silently serve
A fat pig devoured
Champagne flows
“This only ends in blows”
Everybody’s going to the party
A good time had
Man of the manor stands
With wife and children in hand
To bid farewell to their guests
Guest departed, and
Without any subtle wrath
To a statue, the wife commands
“Be a dear, draw me a bath.”
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Matthew J. Fromm
Full-time nerd, history enthusiast, and proprietor of arcane knowledge.
Here there be dragons, knights, castles, and quests (plus the occasional dose of absurdity).
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Comments (5)
A very interesting piece : )
Oh, I didn't see that coming. Really liked the way you wrote it - the imagery made me feel like I was in that present moment as you described it. Well done.
That took a left turn! A very powerful poem!
The details are precise and place the reader on the scene. At the same time the staccato movement through the poem conveys a brittle flatness that matches the insincere personalities. Really good!
As soon as I saw the magnolias I was looking for the statues. This is beautifully crafted, it walks the line, not ever shouting the message, making us come to it, but leaving no doubt.