STRING AND WOOD

Between the
laughter and sips
of wine, dangles
the marionette,
quiet and refined,

pieced together
by string and wood,
hanging by the fire
as if it stood,

and to the host
who makes a toast
to memories of old,
howling of their win
with pitchers of gold,

feeling regal as can be,
to victories and the
defeats of enemies,

while a marionette
dangles quiet and refined,
without a thought or
a single judgement
in the eyes.