70spoems/artists

A ROOM FULL OF ARTISTS

They were all artists,
twenty-five and full
of their own meaning,
enchanted,
enraptured with themselves.
The air opened up
embracing their words,
life waiting for them
to call her name.
Illumination
so close now,
the conclusion of
mystery, no more
darkened corners:
light comes easily
since the invention
of electricity.
They denigrated
plumbers and shat
on the floor.