A silhouette <br />sits <br />at a classroom desk— <br />parroting textbook phrases, <br />drilled, <br />dull and dreamless, <br />by tired teachers <br />of what and when. <br /> <br />A silhouette <br />stands <br />in the marble museum— <br />posed in inspection <br />before a blank canvas— <br />dutifully <br />noting date and title — <br />eyes searching <br />guide's face <br />before daring <br />to respond. <br /> <br />A silhouette <br />sits <br />in the concert hall— <br />listening listlessly, <br />ears strained <br />to program-note passages— <br />waiting for the right moment <br />to applaud. <br /> <br />A silhouette <br />stands <br />at the station— <br />clutching <br />a ticket to travel, <br />around the globe, <br />at programmed pace <br />in tourist herd. <br /> <br /> <br />A silhouette <br />says <br />'I do— I will, ' <br />places <br />a cold, gold ring <br />on hollow finger— <br />binding forever, <br />in sickness, <br />till death do part. <br /> <br />A silhouette <br />stands <br />at attention— <br />waiting the signal <br />to march, mindless— <br />left— right— <br />left— <br />right— <br />rifle ready, <br />aim, fire. <br /> <br />A silhouette <br />sleeps <br />in restless slumber— <br />drowsed <br />by the drug <br />of TV's drone— <br />dreaming <br />of multi-multi-millions— <br />alarm set, <br />ringing intruder, <br />herald of nine-to-five. <br /> <br />A silhouette <br />shuffles <br />from place to place— <br />in rigid <br />rigor-mortis pace, <br />eyes lowered, <br />world weary, <br />deaf <br />to the song of the wind and rain— <br />numb to pleasure, <br />primed for pain— <br />on <br />and <br />on <br />till death do part.<br /><br />Harley White<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/socialization/
