Here we are again .
sitting at the kitchen table
with silverware in hand
doing what we do best ;
prodding, poking,
slicing and cutting.
tearing away and chewing
Our gazes stray from
the mashed potatoes to the
steaks bleeding on our plates
but never/
to the eyes at the other end of the table ;
to the face wanting to be seen
we make small talk
out of the corner of our mouths
as we chew away the fat ;
talking of the meaningless/
how the food is
of the pointless/
how the day went
of the impossible .
. how . are . you .
It's all the same
just as the night before was/
the night before and before/
the table is set
the food is placed
and we sit ;
Far . away .
on this our hallowed ground
our ritual performed
in doublespeak
Pass the salt, please/
a dance for rain
More peas, dear?/
a primal scream
Looks good, honey/
a sacrificial lamb
in your name, we dine
amen
punctuation was a primitive code for me to remember cadence.