FULL MOON ON TOP OF A CHAMPAGNE PALM'S TIP

a group of
well named writers
meet.
each reads his
poetry.
those who listen
clap after
same thing
through and through
they pronounce their names
as though they are made of a
very thin layered glass
tongue that must
only use the most fragile
words
even the consonants
are riddles that only
they know
what the answer is.
they only have hands
for themselves
exclusively
like birds of the same
species
they only identify
themselves
through their well
chosen sound
they believe that poetry
exists only for them and
the rest who make
attempts
are only scribbling
or writing
less the poetry that
is defined only by
their own
bookish version
they must not be understood
that is their rule
if you understand them
later
they are dismantled like
the plural form of sphinx.