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The Humors

Ben Nardolilli

Hush collapses in the room
When I mention the towers
As a punchline,
Those falling faces, no one laughs
At that defenestration.

But a joke about the trains
Delayed and the prisoners complaining
About bad gas
Before going into the ovens,
That one is set free to chuckles.

For the ones performing in days
Of smoke and tonic,
Barbed wire brought the house
To silence,
The joke about Lisbon,
What did God have against the Portuguese?
Earthquake and tidal wave in one day.

And in the salons of Paris,
Such a tragedy was no comedy,
It was all things to all people
Turned to discourse,
Too busy searching for the crime,
That shook the earth
And devour that capital city.

They had their jokes too,
About the inquisition
And the bumbling antics,
All the hysterics
Of those old priests in chambers
That they painted with stars
And called the eyes of God.

Behind those tables,
Men sitting in stern, crimson judgment,
Tolerated no humor
From the accused, they wanted
Straight answers,
But if one of them broke wind,
They were surely permitted to laugh.

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