| Thursday, November 3, 2011
The alarm rings.
Bleary-eyed, the men shuffle off.
No more a child, not yet a man,
he stands in the middle of the crowd,
observing but not seeing.
But there is no place for this,
in a society of orderly speed.
A quick prod, and he too, shuffles off.
A man stands by the door,
handing out towels with organised efficiency.
No time to wash, no time to stop,
the cold roughness of the towel blank the stare.
Arranged in neat blocks of four by four,
it's time for work.
the purple piggy oinked 11:18 PM
