Life consumes me
not like it used to
a great damask is spread
life-table and a bed
no chairs to tease you all  
my special dinner served in peace every fall
so i can eat with ease royally

why damask for my table, me?
and not the satin, it be?
to dine with peace and ease at all
to have pleasure each fall
anyway what the table-cloth concerns
damask, satin, cotton or whatever it learns
i'll let me treat better than ever
like life itself is consuming me

royal or not, i do not care
anyway, life consumes me, it sounds rare

and now i'm a piece of life self
ready to consume myself
it gives me satisfaction
as life did consume me with fatal attraction
i mirror back in my menu
Life consumed me sans tenue

my consumption ablaze
my taste buried
my hunger flurried
but i never worried

just like it does now
i am grateful for every flow
what i may consume of life
or life consumes me
thankful for any strife
and gratitude in glee
to only Thee


© Sylvia Frances Chan
Friday 28th February 2014