Dinner among the constellations.

A Banquet of paupers in rich garments
with other golden adornments; Russian perfumes
The table is set.
Cutlery aligned like the constellations
Roasted Turkey at the center of the finely carved table,
The bell is rung.
But,
they do not dine nor wine.
Ladies and Gentleman is anything wrong?
Living Silence......
One rises up.
 His chair tilts backwards
"Please Sir, This is not who we are"