In This Room - A Poem

In this room a council met,
They discussed matters of great import.
One by one they would consult,
The disembodied heads of long dead sages.

In this room a spirit sat,
Waiting to be asked a question.
Ignored it still sat patiently,
Hoping to be noticed in the midst of words.

In this room a man waited,
Hoping for a decision.
Counting the minutes,
His breathing drowned beneath the babble.

In this room a rule was made,
For who and why could not be said.
The council smiled, the spirit wept,
And the man died.