SILENT DEMISE

No invariable look
From the gathering
Lifted a glass
Full of water
On the dining table
To quench my thirst

All were busy
Munching molar, and
Rending canine

And, in some
Murky shadow of skyscraper
Ragged, tattered
Lonesome figure, and
Stinking skin
Was sobbing, with
Convulsive gasps

Grieving with bones
And a hissing tongue
It plundered all my givings
Whose outcome, came
With her silent demise

My sanctimony
Was demolished
At HIS altar, and
Left my table
In a blink
Sobbing with my hands
Lining the demise, of
That lonely figure