The Meeting Poem by Dean Meredith

In the meeting
I sat, mostly silent
I looked & listened
At and to each of them

And I wanted to raise an objection
To members bringing weapons into meetings
Greg and his guns
And Ando with his Claymore

But I said nothing
Coward that I am
Brother that I am
I noticed her breasts

She was lovely
She was ginger
She was very married
All those gold rings

I said nothing
Coward, genius that I am
She looked over
As though she'd noticed

But said nothing
Coward, genius that she is
I looked away
Dreamed for a minute

Talked about work
Actually cared
They were all lovely
In their own ways