The dance of lost placement

I dance the dance of lost Placement, A cowboy Sent to loose footing. Ruffled collar.My stomach Spinning , tastes of Butter and garlic. Too much too fast Death is a simple Setting at the dinner Table... . Dinning with an angel She sits quietly Saying nothing,,, All the while waiting For me to sleep.. Showing her true form At night pulling And sucking the breath From my limbs... . Morning comes and she Sits silent once more.. Waiting...