Every
day I see them
Walking
down the street
Waiting
on buses
Standing
at shop windows
On
the bus
In
the shops
Barely
noticing the world around them
Barely
acknowledging the presence of others
Barely
hearing conversations
Heads
bowed in reverence to their god
Every
Single
Day
Every
day I see them
Blissfully
unaware
Devoid
of all perception
Blind
to the situation they stand in
In
the house
In
the garden
Deaf
to the world as it turns
Happily
ensconced in their virtual reality
Locked
in their private haven
Away
from human contact
Every
Single
Day
Every
single day I see it
The
next evolution of man
Heads
bowed in reverence
Spine
misshapen through time
In my
life
In
your life
Extended
digits through constant prayer
Scratching
at the false surface of reality
Devout
in the study of the deity
That
sits snugly in the palm of their hand
Every
Single
Day
©
Fergus Martin
2013
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