Monday, 27 June 2011

One Amongst Many

You look smart in your low heels
but I wonder what you believe:

do you believe you are
a crucial member of society?
A pillar that self must not erode?
Do you believe in impropriety?
Do you see small fry
as a load?

Are molehills mountains
Are wellsprings fountains?
Are shadows little men,
little foreign travelling men,
that fill you up with shouting?

Are opinions really carat
when put on scales with shit?
Are your hands held open
because you expect the prize to fit?
Are you waiting, solemn soldier,
somewhere in the line

far behind the grating
quiet voice within your mind?

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