5/30 - draft contrapuntal on Feast vs. Famine

To pray and praise God                              We burn bodies
For Thanksgiving feast                               by the broken bridge
We will be bursting open                           because that's all we have left
Turkey, mashed potatoes, collards           scraps, dust, decaying matter
We will have only full bellies                     of nothingness
drunk off wine                                              lying on the ground
jowls sore from chewing                            our desolate village