Adreyo Sen- A Poem

The Cavalier Poet After the Funeral

 

It was after the funeral.

Your eyes met mine

across the strained formalities 

marching across the pained blue plains

of the ceiling.

Perhaps, I thought, they allowed

the hint of a smile

to cloud my thoughts.

So lovely I knew was your smile,

as sweet as an apple covered in sugar.

But my thoughts were a powerless sky

over the sea of gravy 

that was my plate,

impotent over the placid islands of chicken.

Despite your silent importuning,

I chose to worship my stomach.

I let boredom be your fate,

but I did not intend for a drunk uncle

to disgorge his affection onto your lap.

But why did you kick me on your way out,

dearest?  That really hurt.