dinner party [a poem]

porcelain
fragile settings for a two faced event
silverware flashes by white china
dark agendas hidden by steely gazes

false charm
manufactured civility
the humanity here is preprocessed

eyes filled with acid flicker across the place settings
a double take of recognition
quickly the look withdrawn

what evil lurks beneath this preprocessed grace and elegance
for we all know it is merely a facade
lying under what we claim to be genuine

they display a visage of health, in fear
that the secret schemes of the species
will crack through the mask
and expose all of our gangrene intentions.