Expectations
We come to tables with hunger,
With knives to open our anger,
With forks to prick the conceit,
Expecting your kindness is laid.
We look to the offering made,
Will it prove to fill us complete;
We come to tables with hunger,
With knives to open our anger.
We take up the words on the plate,
We swallow and then contemplate
With forks to prick the conceit;
Will it prove to fill us complete.
We come to tables with hunger,
With knives to open our anger.
Copyright © Deb Radke | Year Posted 2011
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