Seated at the end
With a full plate
Of meal made ready
And without wait

Fork and knife
And glass of wine
To complement the meal
Prepared so fine

Small portion
Of center cut made
Away from the bodies
And where they laid

Not from death
Or violence wrought
But trappings of love
And passions sought

For they live still
Not without
A heart of theirs
And love they doubt

Missing the part
That one would share
Now a meal
Made so fair

Drink in hand
A place to brag
A child to boast
Or a tail to wag

With every picture
Vanity revealed
We also know
Came from left field

Evidence to gloat
And plenty of bluster
Hope for favors
In losing their luster

Plenty of them
To show their hubris
Of their perfect skin
And all its smoothness

We like or comment
Or maybe we shrug
Or we post our own
Just to be smug

Thus there is no longer the longing
For a meal that my body craves
For a feeling my soul desires
For a meaning my mind comprehends
There is no spoon to my mouth
There is no love to touch my heart
There is no word to fill my thoughts
An emptiness I have started
With a promise to leave all good things behind me
Wishing that I only live in suspension
In this time and place
Only to know the here and now
Without all things that grant sweetness
For there is no sustenance for my well being
On this boat I drift along and alone