Mannequins Cry

Buahrangers Revetment: Poety and Stories by Vietnam Veteran, Anthony W. Pahl and friends

Incandescent room…
a glass lined tomb.
Frozen shapes
in stagnant space.
Unblinking, wide and sightless eyes
seeing naught
but all through transparent walls.
Unheard and with a silent cry
pleads to uncaring passers-by.

Look at me.
Please!
Look at me!

Few look
but sadly fewer see.

©Anthony W. Pahl
10 July 1998

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