The War Room Of Isolation

 

The Valentino suit
wears the scent of
Oliva Monticello
over the
Tom Ford Fucking Fabulous
like it was all designed
for an eastern cunt
with a yellow wood
boardroom table
that seats
195

Heads of State are lonely
unarmed
uninformed
fearful

The people
who bought the
suite
cologne
Rolls Royce
cigars
funiture
meeting room
and security

will see clothing
some years after
they smell food

But the buildings will be grander
Mandarin will be
the new
Latin

And not a single shot will be fired.