by greenmountaineer
best table poem I've ever read! Seriously though your descriptions are flawless
reading you always leaves me feeling a novice.
so damned visual, gm, even the table-cloth over the table serving dual-time imagery as a shroud over a liver-spotted corpse...
blackened salmon and claret add to the senses-trip you create, with colours/textures/flavours
a tour-de-force of the senses when you include the sounds of the rosary beads being counted and the keening of the women...
Good poem Green. Got five and a recommend. You lost me a little in the last stanza, but hey, it's probably me.