Monday, 14 May 2018

Touch Tones

In the corridor where passers-by
See no one passing by
The swish of shoulders sweeping
Never meeting eye to eye

Bare air bereft of atmosphere
Not even hello gets a mention
Contact has no place in here
Denying touch or intervention

Voices held in secret council
Speak in phrases short and sweet
Sent encrypted in absentia
Insisting on a read receipt 

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