Life on the Rocks with a Twist

As an unknown figure steps from the alter
a smile sweeps across his face.
Before him the limousine stretches forward
into the Seattle fog burying its nose.
A lonely bystander questions whether
a donation was made to level the score,
recognizing the figure,
even through the dark and haze,
as the face that covered Time and Newsweek.

The limo pulls to a stop with a guard
who waves on the driver
knowing the meeting was beginning soon.
Other similar vehicles show their glitter
as various business characters take their place.
Decisions are to be made that effect
the lives of millions, as if it were kings present.
The driver fancies that power might be
swift enough to transmit on contact like disease.

The meeting was about a legal matter.
It seems this foggy character
has conjured the attention of justice.
Some justice deserves its name.
Other times it is just game leveling,
a front for fear and offense.
Alleged avarice meets hidden envy.
The meeting adjourns with plenty of
action items but no clear direction.

A whisper into the accountant's ear.
Down the wire owned by darkness himself
a stream of numbers travels
to a surprising destination.
Suddenly sufficient assets to buy supplies
that will meet a thousand villages' needs
appears in a nonprofit account.
Such secrets have a way of going public,
and the next morning the gift was news.

People mumbled to each other
how the contribution was so well timed,
how once again the financial conquistador
is tipping the legal balance with emotion.
Yet the wiry figure reclines in his seat.
Neither lawyers nor journalists,
poor or rich, will see anything but infamy
in such a timely gift, and so there will be
no worldly profit from this transaction

© Copyright 1999, Douglas Decicco, 181 Dogwood Lane, South Windsor, CT - This poem may be duplicated and distributed freely provided the following three restrictions are adhered to during the duplication and distribution of said poem, regardless of the number of recursive duplications or distributions made:
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The author wishes to confine interpretation of the intended meaning of this poem. The author believes that mechanical vehicles to erotic pleasure are chronically cyborexic and a manifestation of evil in that such practices take the most intimate thing between two people in God's universe and makes it reclusive. Note the prophetic reference in the second to last line in the poem.