"Banquet" by Alec Hershman

The dining-hall was white with fables,holding hands with cloth.A boy with a wick for a neck. Anotherwho whispered into the ear of the candle,while napkins murmured a grace,went limpid into laps. Amen.The door blew openand the prairie was a maid.Rolled hay-bales through the pic-nicbenches. Then the aisles were indoor-outdoor.Then there was a fence,and there was out there.