dinnertime

by Max Nelson on February 13, 2013

and battles staved
a wavely came
and naught an hour late,
to dinner was
a grizzled beard,
a crumpled shuffling jape
golden glistening spit and eyes
noticed and compared
a lilting falling nervous grin
a table without chair
“How have you been here before”
loudly up from where
for ever spinning all they were
and him without a chair
do not despair
the red one braved
I’ll have an extra seat
and so he sat amongst his friends
and proudly cut his meat.