The poem is only a few lines long, but it holds two jarring images side by side. In the first stanza, people are eating a holiday meal "in the midst of the dead." That could mean a cemetery, or it could mean a table where the absent are still felt, or simply the grim abundance of food when death is close. The poem leaves the setting open, and that openness is part of its unease.
The second stanza turns sharply. A man puts a finger down his throat, and the act "brought him to life again." The title, "Making room," suggests he is making space to keep eating by vomiting, which is crude and almost comic. Yet the phrasing about being brought to life gives it a darker edge, as if overindulgence is a kind of death and purging a rebirth.
The speaker stays detached, simply reporting. That flat tone makes the mood uneasy, mixing appetite, mortality, and a dark humor that is hard to settle.