Words

Clad in their self-proclaimed importance

they talked vainly

believing their words 

to be of utter importance

for their bored to tears listeners

the latter

their soul yawning inside

wished they had earlids

to escape the mortal trance

of these insane chatterboxes

outside the conference room

in the true real world

of ordinary people

the rate of exchange of lilies and roses

remained the same

and the sun the moon 

and the stars

remained the same

and the silence that followed their speeches

sounded like a blessed symphony

Claude Lopez-Ginisty