Blue chips stared - boring
Appraising. 'Do you have anything
I stare back. Bristling.
Eyes streaming.Of course I had opinions to
I look around: solemn masks tinged with
comrades - are we faulted?
I am the Head; I must speak.
Deep breaths. I conjure my favourite fantasy
'We offer our apology - and hope
we are still in your good books -'
Pontificates. Obnoxious man; I chew my lips
'Oh, if you were out of my good
books we wouldn't be having this
I stare at the faces flanking him.
Baboons before their master.
Nose spasms; eyes twitching:
I get the message but ignore.
Deafening silence stretches
Sweet relish at his petulance.
You know not what you are
dealing with -
Haven't you heard of the notorious village