two by two they march
some holding hands
others not... a lone bird
on a telephone wire
watches them pass,
silent and solemn as if
to a funeral were going,
some are old while
others are young,
some are male while
others are female,
some tall and skinny
others short and fat,
and all the rest of them
appear to be normal
whatever that is...
at the end of the column
are a pack of wild dogs
growling from hunger
that has been with then
for days... but on leashes
they are and their masters
are behind them without
any expressions at all on
their shiny metal faces.
August 16, 2023
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