the old man was pushed <br />at the edge <br />and the young boy <br />merely looked at him <br />crushed between <br />two hard walls <br />there was no regret <br />no anticipation <br />not even a syllable of <br />concern<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/indifference-of-the-neutral-eye/
