that
haven't yet
fallen to the
floor
are
well hidden
or
scattered
over the
table
to
the point
of dispersing
the
mass
to
starvation
on another
table
in
the outer-burbs
the feast never
ends
or
even pays
its own
freight
bread
crumbs
trickle
upward
like a
steady
bleed
some
believe
this is
novel
--- e b
bortz