Beef Chicken Eggplant

Sichuan Sunday plates hover under red and glow lanterns
In gorging we ponder, allay, douse the fire under oil
That which burns still needs to leave room for air
If its to go the way of bacteria and geese and for now
The resting us, who are but fate's over-aware cousins
Extensions of a family of seeds, planted on boats,
Rooted to the top of the ocean and unaware
Of how much earth there can be in one spot