a day not so long ago

the perfumes seemed to waft and hang about
in the smoke
that danced on the strings
of the harpsichord
played with fierce rythmic splendor
it made the children dance
they laughed and danced and laughed again
virgins held thier mothers hands and hoped
men grinned
through wine stained teeth
that seemed more attractive then
than they would now
fathers leered wishing they could have the virgins first
and in trotted the violins
bows drawn back and forth
vibrating with sexual eruption with
gyrating baritones
orgasmic screeches
thrusting the hair across the thin little gentle strings
back and forth
as the children danced
and the virgins knew they would not be for long
while the men drank more wine
and the fathers wished thier way to slumber
next to thier jealous wives