dining alone…

why is it
that you continue
to set a place
at the table
for the dead
do you
not
understand
they will not
take your hand
and
join this feast
of grief
for
they have long
forgotten
this place
and
your name
but
will recall both
when
the table
is cleared
and
there’ re
no more
diners
at the table
of
life

corporate dining…

 the caramelized words
on his plate
made him quite queasy
he had eaten crow before
but this
was different
this was something
served up by a committee
that he was to accept
without question
or reflection
it was the company’s stew
and even though it was raw
or at best
half-baked
he was required
to accept it if he wanted
another meal
so
like
a good boy
he was forced to swallow it
along with
his pride

During the next few days, I will be on holiday…yes again…so I will be posting very few comments on your blogs…however I shall continue to post new poems here and hope that you will enjoy them.  Until then, cheers!