dust flakes gathered
then rained over our dinner table meal,
no soul present cared to salt
their prescribed hunger
in the least
nearby in a farmer's field
mounted tablecloth infections
spread over the plant growers
who’d presented us with this filth to sort out
perhaps someday we may just forget how to swallow,
and all that will be left
for us to proceed with this fated play
will be to puke all over their rotten DDT pesticide plates
waiting for their eternity to never show up
11/24/70
Paterson