The table is set
Was set and now half
Gone, eaten, labored
Beyond recognition or disheveled
Whichever way you might lean
there's less now than before
And more, though, somewhere
Else dropping down and round
Churning silent soon
To the ground
Our feet there, still, keeping
Time, an un-anxious rhythm,
On the earthen hours
Resounding the life of our
digested, decomposed meal -
The heavens in refuse,
Almighty in the dirt and the table
Is set
Again
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