February 18th, 2007

Alora

Shell-Shock (critiques welcome)

Unhappy Few

I was met with a reassuring smile
that no one is ever reassured by,
a sort of leering lie from my superior.
This man with a mixed personality
— part rigid part patronizing patriarch —
showed me where to put my bags down,
my pictures of people and my clothes in tow.
He shook my hand and walked away.
He must have done the same for
how many other men, and how many
did he ever seen again?
I looked around later to see myself
reflected in other men, our faces the same
our bodies blending in the cold sterile ready-room
as we waited for orders.
They came; we went.

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