THE SWINGLES CAME TO TOWN
The guard caught us,
huddled behind the wings
and kindly enough led us out.
huddled against the doors
to the polished wood. Kindly
enough it let the music
And the music
straight to our bitterness
and mute helpless anger,
the callous stare of the seller of souvenirs.
Throughout a fugue
of a backache which had been bothering her.
Her husband got the worst of it, poor soul;
she didn’t know why he put up with her, ho-
nestly. It was really marvelous.
the beautiful people exclaimed
As their eyes sought evidence
in the gleaming lobby.
(You people are dead...)
Marvelous, they said,
and mentioned this or that piece
while their eyes carefully avoided
the quiet corner
where we sat.
But the floor was clean enough.
After the intermission the doors shut in
the cool expensive air
What a pity, the souvenirs seller’s eyes
Communicated disgustedly, that the music
stay in as well.
- Ma. Lorena Barros