Elevators
the elevators function as box-units:
self-contained, sturdy, safe.
up, and down, and up, and down, and up,
and down, and up, and down, and up again.
their only amusement is the occasional
breakdown, people trapped like Peanut M ‘n M’s.
are their only friends the repairmen who
come so infrequently?
what if your only friends were the doctors
who scrape your throat, make you cough,
and give you a little bottle of pills?
do they wish to escape? to break
the confines of their shafts? to move
horizontally instead of vertically?
we’ll never know —
those without voices rarely speak.
Tags: Poetry
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