The Homecoming by Bob Eccleston

There’s a colluding of cooks
A carve-up of carcasses
A re-fingering of scars
He’s coming home today
 
There’s making up of maidens
A fabrication of face
A hiding of grimaces
He’s coming home today
 
There’s a settling of service
A re-ordering of rank
A sprinkling of rancor
He’s coming home today
 
There’s a breaching of barrels
An abundance of bottles
A whispering of plots
He’s coming home today
 
There’s winding up of welcomes
A cheerfulness of chatter
A thinking of battery
He’s coming home today
 
There’s crimsoning of carpets
A watchfulness of words
A pondering of murder
He’s coming home today