#8 - Five Level Opera

'Bel Canto my
vast, gourd-like bosoms!'

mutters the Valkyrie,
backhanding pretzel crumbs

from her wet moustache.
She has a face like thunder.

On the glitching TV behind the bar,
a chorus line of animatronic pigs

is singing Rogers and Hammerstein numbers
on a set built to resemble an Atlantic cruise liner.

'Pigs,' she spits. 'The lot of them.'
She glares at the bartender,

a slight man with a wet moustache
like a Sharpie prank.

He pulls her another beer, glancing nervously
at the shelfloads of intact glassware.