The ping of bullets
lulled the tinkle of Champagne
flutes
Took over the lilt of violin
the booming guns
The red wine oozed
out of burgundy lips
To mahogany ceiling
the caviar flung
chanel No.5 reeked
of blood smoke
Stunk of burnt flesh
Pour Homme
The half written poem
Dried in fingers
The song in throat
got strangled
Breath in breath
Whirring hearts
Abrupt silence..
Paris blasphemy!
* This poem is dedicated to peace loving people all
over the world, and is my tribute to innocent victims of the atrocities of
extremists.
