Sharp knives and forks arranged
stabbing into the table setting as
well-mannered roaches toast to
the health of their impending meal.
Folded napkins in distorted shapes
of origami demons dance in the
ruby candlelight near the centerpiece.
Stale smells waft from the kitchen
doors bolted to the marbled floor.
With a poof of black smoke the host
appears before his seat across the
mile-long veal-varnished table.
With a curled crispy smile he speaks
with hands outstretched to summon
the main course from the ceiling.
Cole-carved chandeliers burn black
flames to the sound of crackling hogs.
Seared strips of salivary slip from the
bones of the roast and levitate to plates
spaced across the tabletop matting.
Satan scratches his horns and speaks
with words unnerved, “dinner is served.”