The dead have no mouth
and yet we feed them.
It is in our nature, our customs,
to lay a plate for the cherished.

Those who perished
may have lost their face
but we provide a seat
to share in community.
And solemnly,
and sweet,
we give remembrance

through inclusion.
For those in our hearts
do not always leave
at the same pace
that their bodies depart.
So in balancing grief,
tears and servings

serve to provide
physical communion
to make up for the
massive hole left
behind those special
ones still connected.

So too does our union of morsel
to present soul keep a bond
strong, with those we laugh,
argue, and remember fond.
Eating may be a biological due,
but a meal is twisted wrong,
   to be enjoyed alone
       by    a     screen
    replacing           friends
               with    emojis.

Though we must always eat
we too often accept the folly
that the body is our only
source of need.

Nourish the soul in the now,
by sharing a table often,
vocal, communal, and well.
Lest when spirit is offered
we may keep drifting eternal.