# A Table Governed by Phantasm **by Sonali Sharma** All forsaken figures dispense drinks with it In trivial routineness with a slovenly bodach But littlest to the next on the devour table. In succession to shepherd’s pie, Cornish pasty Teeth mechanisms crush ties near to tongues And beast deepens its digestion with bile juice. The aprons stitched with white rose’s fashion Like chalk and cheese names on a radio cast None a synonym voiced for the paranormal. Fail to recall the prayers, O Lord, Amen Father Stone deaf remain words of heed, mind, wishes Only sinful bloating reverberates the housing. The timepiece clicks, so do the cell dials’ rings Ear-splitting goes jarring by forks on eardrums Baby sitting by spook spills a dark night distance. The feet glued to hidden air under drugget on tiles Heads rotating to the western devious enshrines Drilling partitions on a table governed by phantasm.