He knows the moving spirits, meets them all
at pleasant soirées on his private yacht.
His portrait hangs upon the panelled wall.
He's in Who's Who and understands what's what.
His Daimler sports a custom registration.
His shirts are monogrammed with his initials.
The nuts and bolts of each deliberation
are screwed in place by diligent officials.
He is a sun with satellites that live
to pivot on the weight of what he wants
with flattery at every orifice.
He dines at night in mirrored restaurants
and has by day his own executive
white marble privacy in which to piss.
© Brian Fewster,
Published in Envoi 119, 1998
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