Eva Jackson: 0029

Novemberfest

It’s a moveable feast:
The Bierfest skips
From city to city, they
Have streamlined the ingredients of Party, there are
Serried ranks of benches,
Tokens
Bavaria
Sausage Platter from the canteen in the corner,
Tiny dirndl, corset, braids
Photobooth
Oom-pah.
It’s a month past October,
But still they strike up again.
Same perfect cast, and the waitresses
Without an inch of spare body fat
Have little bandages tied around their hands and wrists
To stop the mugs slipping:
Stigmata of the bierfest girls.