Unkind musings on a bad dinner party
The skeletal remains of a repast past
Lay as sacrifice on an Aztec altar
Horrible, low, whispered things had come to pass
To the joy of those gathered around the round
Blood red claret with the courses first and last
And betwixt when the talk would slow or falter
Sliced with knife, speared by fork, dipped spoon, and tipped glass
Sacrificed to dead gods wine poured on the ground
A memory after the repast had past
A covenant for dead gods dressed in alder
Politics, and whispered gossip, with each glass
The goal though lofty, was ground into the ground
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