Aftermath of Domestic Warfare

There is a dark bruise
Beneath the eye
But not a word is spoken
And the patten is unbroken

The new day dawns.
Birds begin to sing
And we pretend
That nothing's happening

No great revelation here

A lobster plunged into boiling water
Hear its long-drawn out scream
And the expected dinner part guests
Will, I'm sure, be most impressed.