Bringing food to the table

 I brought what I could to the eating.
Everyone sat down, the best morcels were shared.
I looked upon the pretty colors of food.
It all disappeared into their stomachs.

I imagine all those pretty colors merging.
Into a grand pit of digestion.
Colors overlapping and fading into one tone.
Stomach linings expanding and contracting.

Grocery bags filling and emptying.
Smiling wives taking items out.
Preparing something temporary,
to satisy the eyes and the appetite.

The throat is time,
food dives into the stomach.
After exploring the mouth.
Allowing the mouth to explore it.

I brought what I could to the eating tables.
White tops reflecting heaven.
Is heaven consumption?
And what is hell constipation or diarrhea?