Dialogue With Table - Poem by Sheena Blackhall
We have taken away your forest,
Replaced it with a kitchen.
Don't tell us you liked the owl
With his hootings and lootings,
Or the faithless birds
That fled your coop each Autumn.
Ingrate, it is useless to deny it...
When the light is dimmed,
We have heard you groan and sigh.
We civilised you, table.
Took you in from the cold.
Wind shall not rot you, nor the rain decay.
Why are you not ecstatic?
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