More Hungry Ghosts

Sometimes we feel like
Flies at the table,
Words in the air, winged
Words buzzing by, each
Of us Tantalus.

You can’t eat without
Us. You can hardly
Eat without others
Of you to talk to
About all your food.

They’re really good. They’re
Not sweet at all. They’re
No sugar added.
Who can resist such
An invitation?

It was afternoon
On the rocky shore.
Elsewhere a daughter
Was gutting a fish,
Pretending to talk

To its head, Hamlet
Style, quite chap fallen.
Really good. Not sweet
At all. No sugar
Fish. Who could resist?