The Dinner
Bernardo Britto
Bernardo Britto
Their hands come with the cigar
Their mouths with the taste of caviar
The smoke levitates towards the dark ceiling
The smoke so dense, it asphyxiates the air
The first man had just one hand
The other one was lost after he borrowed money from a “friend”.
A golden chain wrapped tightly around his neck
Think twice about that
The second man wore a hat, 50’s style
His cold looking face made the others look away for a while.
In all white he sat, yet fearless he stood
He only observed, picking his bad tooth
The third one was younger, with no scars
His business was legitimately “selling cars”
In reality he was a drug dealer that wore a scarf
His past time was to smoke cigars
The fourth men was the leader
He commanded with signs and a few words
Speaking his truth would surely hurt,
Mysterious and unknown
Dinner was set, the second man took off his hat,
It was all a plan already set.
The first man used his one hand to toss the gun
The fourth one stood watching while the man was getting numb
Using his scarf, the third one made him stay in the chair...
Gunshot, bullet in his head
But who shot it? If no one else was there.
Photo Citations: Spencer Davis, Red Leather Bench Inside Room, courtesy of Unsplash, https://unsplash.com/photos/q3ApAZsS1os