09062017: A MEETING

White against cream, the bodies sit still
Fan blades break the silence
spinning a constant murmur five feet above

Light breaks through the curtain of green
throwing patterns on the glass window
The breeze changes the forms,
bending the bamboo almost prostrate
in sporadic reverence to human discourse

Back forth the ball bounces
while majority have lost the plot
Their vacuous stares are interrupted
by an occasional twitch of the arm
or shift of leg

The guillotine hangs dangerously close
One confirmation and the thread will break
Freedom will prevail until another need arises