by Jim Benz

When in heaven they said Hell. Was it hell for them.
Once they said Oyster.
We countered with Foie Gras Mousse.
Can you smile for appearance sake.
Are we dignified and merry.
Have they the proper understanding.
"Ascending pure, the bell-like fame."
Our place in life.
Who wields the shovel
And who does not.
We speak at great length about weather.
Smile politely over Cocktails.
And we swallow.


Posted on 03/11/2010
Copyright © 2020 Jim Benz

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 03/11/10 at 08:09 PM

...yes. and we swallow hard! Excellent setting and each line repasses the last expanding the poem's environment. Enjoyed this. Thanks.

Posted by Paul Lastovica on 03/12/10 at 04:28 AM

totally there. Very Kubrick like, yes.

Posted by Joe Cramer on 03/13/10 at 12:34 AM

... excellent.....

Posted by Glenn Currier on 03/13/10 at 04:45 PM

You wake me up to all the stuff I have swallowed - in the name of what? Fashion? Sophistication? Misguided love? Ambition? Thanks for this thought-provoking piece, Jim.

Posted by Laura Doom on 03/15/10 at 10:49 PM

An indictment perhaps, but I was too busy feasting on the interplay between body and title. Made me smile :>

Posted by Laurie Blum on 03/16/10 at 01:12 PM

This is a wonderful piece of writing, I read and re-read your poetry and always find a different thought each time. Excellent.

Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 03/17/10 at 05:14 PM

The dryness of presentation and nochulant unneed of question marks pulls my focus here. That is, in the writing. I'm intrigued with this ultimate kind of subject and also the eland-like grace with which you leap it.

Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 03/18/10 at 03:16 PM

When I think about the more ancient scenario of bacchanalia, this becomes even more reserved and artificial in how we approach the awful cocktail party. Loved the oyster/foie gras mousse exchange and that last line.

Posted by Maria Terezia Ferencz on 03/18/10 at 09:42 PM

Yes indeed we swallow....hard.

Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 03/19/10 at 01:24 AM

I had to Google the title after reading this, but glad I did, Jim. Can definitely see a corrolation between it and the text, and enjoyed how it easily developes a life of its own, through the strong imagery and connotations. Great choice for #1.

Posted by George Hoerner on 03/19/10 at 07:55 PM

How much of life is spent in apperances? Each time the mirror speaks to us quickly we turn the light off and go our merry way to join the crowd and tag along or pretend we lead. We pray that none know us well. Good write sir.

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