What the Fork?

While awaiting the god Sunoco, who I may've honked off bigtime, Sybil shared a verse (below) and added it could mean life or death. I was ashamed to tell her I know squat about poetry. My crew of course was no help. Save my stern by letting me know what the heck it's about and I'll see if I can't get you a scrimshaw:

I'm not silver but a yellow fork
From tables in the sky
By plump grey fingers dropped
Down and loud I fly.

Will Sunoco smite me?