The Consequences of the Day
(a just meal)

Everyone has
Such
An awful
Legacy to bear

Everyone
And in this
The colors run as indictment
Course
Through us
All

Anger everywhere
Too easy to lap
Up
And never were we dogs
(for
dogs are dogs)

Where is the justice of
The clean and swept
Not
Swept away
But cleaned as on which
We dance
And set up tables
Share the food
We brought and
Also
Made there

Plenty
The notion of plenty is
Assembled
And once and now again
All
Are welcome
To it

Now this would be a day and
Night
For all to come
To sing of
Our thanksgiving

And how we’ll share a world
To have a world

C L Couch


Photo by Ethan Currier on Unsplash 
(column of the Lincoln Memorial, Washington, D.C, USA)