CHRISTMAS DINNER

[RecoveryWarrior]

CHRISTMAS DINNER

Disintegration happened rapidly, 
As it impacted the concrete floor:
porcelain cracked, exposing dull clay. 
Leftover turkey stopped making sense,
when the plate lost its primary purpose. 
It was dirt with no history of dinner. 

Broken pieces scattered in turmoil,
rough edges with no particular shape.  
were now warnings of a weapon, 
each sharpened to carve. 
Inaction can slice someone’s feet.

I didn't get to read this before the edits but all I can say is holy cow. I think the short brutal ending with "inaction can slice someone's feet" is incredible. The imagery of the broken plate is intense but not cliche. The poem really leaves you wondering about what happened before the plate dropped, like was something happening at this dinner that caused this?