The Old Men

As the old men gather
in groups against the wall,
a gaggle of thin men honking
hoarse horns,
bleating yesterday's escapades
into a mash of mendacity,
the room rattles with words
stitched into a cacophonous
haze of lies that cannot hide
their weary, jealous eyes
twitching toward the young men
who stand aside, waiting
for their turn in the circle.