The Reception

For one brief moment television
Showed the Rivera Murals
On the walls of the Fountain Room
In the Detroit Institute of Art.
There was a reception;
Glasses were glistening,
Voices were brittle and harsh,
The fountain continued to rise gently
And fall softly.
While women in brilliantly colored dresses
Tried to dominate the scene
The terra cotta figures
Around the walls
Told their story in rounded shapes
And a child was born of the earth
But no one cared;
No one followed the story
No one wanted to know
The conclusion.