Breaking day.

It used to be that we could talk,
but now we balk at doing so
in this we go the way of many
and become one with each other's
silent enemy,

When did we become him and she?
we didn't see that coming as it snook
along the skirting board.

This feast of innuendo
this banqueting on pain
a meal that's fit for no one
and yet we eat again.