On the bare table was bread and some mackerel,
Oily and sunlit. Behind
The progenitor's portrait you found
A room.
The family, in turn,
Watched though his carved out eyes
How visitors took to things.
I don't mean spies, I mean progeny of the Firmament.
Abigail
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