"Ceasefire Talks Remain Deadlocked"

I confess that I struggle sometimes to recall
Why I'm here, amid mints upon pillows, and
Cocktails at six, and sumptuous dinners.
A car comes at ten to whisk me down
Vienna's affluent streets to a hall made for
Hapsburgs, all marble and gold, where
I sit at a table and tell dear Dimitri what
Our side's demanding. Nothing has
Changed, and Dimitri just smiles. He
Stands up and leaves to hear once again
What the other side wants. The woman
From Reuters will ask how it went. Then
The car will retrieve me. People, by then,
Will have died from the shelling. Children
Will cry because they have no food.
The war will continue, but I will have
Changed to be ready for cocktails at six.




Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2018-01-26 at 16:46

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josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
Damn autocorrect! I meant “Leaves me”
2018-01-27


josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
Damn autocorrect! I meant “Leaves me”
2018-01-27


josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
WOW! That was seminal! Your characters disconnect from suffering Lévesque me slackjawed.
2018-01-27


Ashe The PoetBay support member heart!
Very very strong statement! Isn't that exactly how it all works in politics! l love reading your poems!
Ashe
2018-01-26