– Virginia R. Terris
As the heads of state feast with one another, the tables in the
gilded hall loaded with caviar, venison, exotic fruits and veg-
etables and gallons of champagne, there’s a tapping on the
windows. A child’s face, then another, presses against the
panes, the eyes in them black as the night the children stand
in, their mouths open as if they were howling with the wind.
“Who are they?” ask the guests uneasily. “Where did they
“Keep them out!” yells the host. “Get Security! Where’s
But the children are so thin, they slip under the doors,
around the edges of the windows. Noiselessly. In great
numbers. They move forward to the tables. Their fingers
grip the edges of the tables. Their eyes gaze upwards into the
enormous openings and closings of official mouths.
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