On that note by Tom Mukasa

On that note

Gathered in a hall,

that seats thousands,

we never wanted,

the speaker to finish,

you should have seen us,

sidling in our seats,

squirming,

fixing our rear ends,

roundly,

in the seats,

squaring our shoulders,

puffing up our chests,

slumping,

craning our necks,

elbowing snoring,

next-chair persons,

listening happily,

the words,
syllable-bits,

we never wanted to drop,

anywhere but in our ears,

the speaker,

referred to many things,

but we feared,

it would come to an end,

and true,

that sentence,

'on that note,'

dropped off the lips,

like overfed nestlings,

we knew,

this was the final finale,

coming out,

from the speaker's mouth,

a sigh escaped,

both relief and sadness,

this was the last talk,

for the speaker,

gave up the last breathe.