it’s just an airport

We walk worldly
Our steps echoing on polished floors
The hour is early busy
Clouded eyes lifting
Coldly neutral as the airport we’re in

You are at ease
I am frazzled
The ads talk to you
They silence me
You are begged to invest
While I am divested of worth

We walk and talk
Too soon of the state of the world
Old angers rise to meet old excuses
I linger bit behind you
Lest I be thought complicit
by association

In the building
of walls and corridors
to preserve men
and their treasures
From the hunger and horror
through which they travel
well creased and unscathed


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