The granite table
Is the finest Rustenburg black
A sturdy rock in a German show kitchen
Tonight it’s decked for a feast
Silver charger plates,
Gleaming cutlery,
One of many special sets of Japan’s finest China is dusted off,
Glasses of crystal, their stems, knots of blue and green-
Beautifully crafted
Ridiculously tiny
We’ll reach for man-size plastic soon
We always do
These glasses offer no more than a trickle at a time
It’s kola tonic that’s our poison,
No champagne at this table
Just a cocktail of coveted black liquid so cleverly blended with a product of the Coca-Cola Company.
“Hey it’s the way the world rolls.”