Across the table conversation spreads
as fierce wildfires withholding nothing in,
intensity, and savage words are said,
shooting out their mouths as aural sins.
He drops a point, but rebuttals are next raised—
the loud debates concerning policies
disapproved while seeking the perfect phrase
to fuel contention for the cause of peace.
As voices climb past to the spires of books
clustered around the sterile dueling match,
strolling patrons bash the table with looks
so sharp and measured that a cautious slatch
blows throughout the nervous atmosphere,
and the four leave again, hushing the scene
to the wan quiet of a funeral bier,
where patrons yield to tame their growing spleen.