Cutlery, used in both hands.
Revelation and memory of repasts.
No longer gearing menus to sporks.
Eating in a normality unfamiliar.
Surprise of sugar,
strange in its impact
and consequence.
Heightened consciousness of absence,
Tasteless cardboard the key ingredient,
Chew and swallow, a form of discipline.
Nourishment - for what and who and why?
Deep sadness whirls in the bowl
Added salt not required when tears stream.
Smile flits across visage as stories
of restaurants and laden dining tables
and laughter and delight and glasses clinking
with blessing and greeting and testimony of life...
I have a choice of chairs and places now...
Hard to tell what is mine and what is yours.
The knife is mine.
(C) A A Koh-Butler, 2020
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