something to sing arias in,light opera-
pale green, lace overlay
oh any old thing and charming
would settle the matter.
even in black and white, the sequined poetry?
the home with the diamond windowpanes,
chintz curtains, lush flower arrangements near
the prismed lamps, the singing bird
in the enchanted cage:
lovelorn, mysterious ways.
for the movie queens in snowdrift furs.
no debonair. no savoir faire no Fred Astaire.
(in Little Nikita)
no handing off of the beautiful in the speeches made
just pop corn cracking jokes for the gimcrack kings and queens;
poor posture and enunciation.
drop a few F bombs for effect
who the hell cares
that they won't have to spell the
writing on the Envelope since
of the profitable technocracy, no longer the odd Kingdoms sorted out
of love and death, the ships half lost at sea in the ghost mists
with the sweethearts wondering at home
when will it be, the life together...
the men for all seasons, weathers,
Becket seeking "the honour of God"?
of Glory stream, voiced over, the angelic music sweeping: "It is a far, far better thing that I have done..."
who's left but grifters.
no shame at Shame.
the die is cast