Dinner Time

A Poem by Alfred Kukitz

Food for Thought

Dinner Time

I find the unspeakable of thought as thought itself
hidden among the whims of fool, butchers of hate,
the greedy of time and the seemingly endless smiler
who knows only truth as a five letter word.

I beg the answer for this aberrant mystery
Feel the heavy lift of mankind’s heart for
normalcy of thought, common sense among
the tree tops and a silent sky wishing, some
time’s begging us to please keep the dinner
table of mankind civil and clean.

Dinner is served!