the visit

watch the assemblage of the chosen ones
around their reference figure,
patriarchal and avuncular at the same time,
but with no strings attached,
not fatherly, no.

He will take his first class flight back
to the promised land, and leave you behind.
But for a minute, behold the elite ones,
basking in his bronze glory.

You should check their instagram feeds
and twitter streams for a sample of the juices
and the exotic wines you'll never taste,
the luxurious food in the undisclosed location,
and please do feel excluded and envious,
because that's what they wanted.

Do them a favour and do salivate
and guess about their lofty conversations,
high-flown semantics that escape a serf like you.

Then he left. All came back to normal.
The piece was taken from the website.
Everyone forgot.
The elite shrank back to its rightful size.
And everyone forgot about them,
until the next emperor in touring comes back
and the ritual is performed again,
according to the unscripted book.