The sparkling
vice president—
balding and
summoned the
remaining staff.

He never looked
at anyone,
so with impunity
my eyes began
to wander idly
down his paunch,
past the suited
drooping crotch,
toward the floor
and walls
around him,

moving on to all the
soon to be
who listened
cynically, or held
back tears of

I studied every
anxious stare—
and noticed,
after all this time—

not one shadow
dimmed the glare.

Not one.

I don’t even cast one
when I’m there.