The Feast
- Salmaan Ejaz
- Nov 1, 2020
- 1 min read
Take a seat.
Watch the wavering walls
of a world you worried for
collapse.
Take a seat
at this full table filled with
feasting—
the fools and tools,
smirking, snickering and snatching.
Take a seat.
Make sure to
avoid the apples’ glare.
Be attentive,
notice the passion fruits’ stare.
Rejoice,
as the grapefruits simply do not care.
Why?
Because there is no seat for you.
You were the
rice grain that fell out of the bag,
shamefully swept into the dust.
A duck among swans,
you turn away from the table,
never to be seen again.
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