CHRISTMAS DINNER

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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.

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