Don't Sit On The Table!

Dotted by the tables,
Of society and fame,
Baubles not yet mangled,
By the riches not yet claimed.

Set the table's places,
Forks and spoons and butter knives,
Wipe the surface clean of poison,
So as not to take their lives.

Oh what pure innocence,
Does build its frail supports,
A web of estranged fragments,
Shows what presidents purport.

Peace is a fabled beast,
An ogre, nymph, or fairy,
But in this case it is at least,
An iridescent cherry.