For some part of the time
Sharp kept watch.
No one really noticed being watched.
Narcisister kept on
talking about herself,
how grand her children, her grand greatchildren,
stridently more than ever
now she knew she would never
die: “I am they, they are I.”
The assembled familia also
knew its perfect importance,
talking all at once, even louder.
Rules were clear, in full
regalia. No confusion here:
blood matters most of all.
Sharp, the appalled audience,
came to curtain conclusions;
held back on the applause.
For most of the rest of the time,
Inconspicuous kept watch,
having become nearly invisible by now,
not being blood.
There were conclusions to come to.
Then, too, there was dinner,
wine, a fancy dessert.
Maybe dessert could compensate for
being Sharp, Inconspicuous, not blood.
Maybe dessert could take away
the taste of the egg, transcend
with a little something sweet at the end.