Starlit Table

Would you talk?
Would you walk? Get up? Go outside?
Away from this table to rings currently mislabeled?

Would you leave?
Would you grieve? Let up? Lend a hand?
Again, when the table’s nothing to offer but an end?
Bring a friend

Bring a friend when you feel life’s fighting
To the table where the nighttime knight sleeps
Shaking darkness, poke holes in the sky
Whispering winds and pinprick starlight
Means good morning

Would you fight?
Would you bite? Stand up? Set aside?
And turn from this table erasing lingering fables?
Unable

Would you shout?
Would you doubt? Pan up? Press rewind?
Again, when the table straightens the offer it bent?
Bring a friend