Tell the children no talking at the dinner table
Ivory chopsticks striked down to sever unfinished
Articulations, into pieces of broken syllables.
All not knowing what malice they had inflicted,
Hurried with their sustenance and scattered
Behind walls. Try to make amends
In uncertain ways. Promise
No talking back, nor back-talking. ~excerpt from poem
"Tell The Children: No Talking At The Dinner Table,"
The Tuxedo Archives: Vol. 2009
, Article 7.
Available at: https://scholar.dominican.edu/tuxedolit/vol2009/iss1/7