Rituals

In the evening

The lights come on

As darkness appears

And we silently make our way home

For in the evening that is what one must do

That is what our fathers did

And before that the caveman that hunted in the forest.

That is what they said we must do

Because,

 because then everything remains normal

The T.V. blares on

While we make dinner

‘How was your day?’

Conversation

To fill the silence

While we pick at animals

With forks and knives

And pretend we’re civilized.

And eat neatly cut vegetables and leaves

Homo erectus in silk and cotton

These rituals

Are life.