The Laughers

Emotionless, they listened to what we had to say
With open eyes and closed mouths
Then they set about the work without complaint
Unaware of their own dignity and precision they engaged
Their situation and ended pain
Wherever the world looked better on the map
I admired them distantly
Then I joined them
And I could not stop giggling
With laughter we fed central America
We joked with African generals until
They absently set their machineguns on their coffee tables
And went out into the sunshine
We pointed at the deserts
The ice caps
The ozone hole
And we told exquisite jokes
Until even the stars shook
After dessert we would go back to work until sunrise
I think I loved us then, but remain unsure 

Newspoetry at Spineless Books