crocodile line

That damn bell
every day it screams
enters my head,
my heart,
my soul.
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Shuffling feet
disorganised line,
moving steadily forward,
never ending,
shuffle, mumble,
mumble, shuffle
strike a match,
smell of memory evoking sulphur,
enters nostrils as
palls of smoke
spiral around
heads, tightly tucked
into coats, sweaters,
hands in pockets,
down-cast eyes.

What is so special about shoes,
why do we all take an avid interest?

A banker next to a murderer,
next to a drug-dealer, next to
a thief, walking in circles,
no boundaries here,
no class system here,
we are all equal
as we shuffle,
always shuffling
in ever decreasing circles
forming our
daily
Crocodile Line!
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