CHRISTMAS DINNER

[Thunderembargo]

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.

This is more anecdote than poem---bucolic and mundane, like a norman rockwell print put up in a dentists office or in the lounge of once great hotel, something like the biltmore used to be, I still care for some of the observations that you've made here
It's good practice to post edits above the original piece instead of overwriting the whole thing, so that readers can trace the evolution of the poem

Yes, of course. All done now. Thank you.