the guests’ plunging their teeth against chalices
the slaves pour poison breathing heavy, quick – mix
light the stars last seen
evening, velvet canvas thrown on the ground -audiences crickets, ants, friends
sweat running with a chilled dagger from ancient decanters.
Their smiles from East to West and back trampling the tulips and breaking open the lies – cool, frigid chalice
With their aprons stretched out held in the corner of their mouths
they demand souls from the depths for offering aching heart, loved, lost, loved, living in memories
breathing heavy, open the door pull back the curtain to light the candle – eyes heavy
death with ease.
The dead are laid with red tulips, even jasmine to her cover the decanter
upon far off shelves of history – to the right of betrayal, next to deceit
in the living chests.
Around the lush table, break the shabbas bread to offer in my shabbat
we stare at the bloodless faces, jasmine, tulips embracing
