more than enough

there is more than enough to go around.
you watch them carry their trays,
their loaded plates crammed
with what they found at the buffet.
it overflows with chops and legs
of lamb, potatoes creamed
in oversized bowls.
there is bread, hard rolls and soft,
there are chickens roasted.
slabs of pink meat, stacked like thin
bricks from the stove. there is plenty
to go around, more food than you can carry
on one plate, but we do, they do.
everyone can't get enough.
there is more if you need more.
corn and carrots, a school of fish
fried in a metal tray, resting
in a soup of yellow oils. a jumbled
pile of crabs, their red broken legs,
there is a salad, lettuce overflowing
from a bowl you could swim in,
there is fruit and desserts.
cakes, puddings, bars of sweets.
there is more than enough to go around.
this is America, this is everyday,
every month and year of our lives.
this food, this food we waste,
we eat, we throw away, tray after tray.