And there we sit
Without the hands above
Our comfort and survival shifts
From leisure, warmth and regal rest
To wilds, cold with winds and stalking prey.
Gleaming trays descend
Drumming in steady line
Meats chopped and ground with devotion
Every morning and every night
Our dancing eyes, cries, announce our trust.
We are the blessed
Stomachs soon or’ flowing
Tongues lapping, name tags clanking
The giver rests to watch us dine
Undone with gratitude, there she stands.