(poem) Poster people

As I look, look as far as I can see,

Faces over faces, blank simplicity.

Although the day may come, I make no guarentee

to see a person in the crowd — the rest may ever be

Poster board people in denim dress and tee’s,

Constants in a social formula meant to be

Worked through by the variable “me”.

Putting up a poster face may screen out social squalls

But turns people seeing persons into the hardest task of all.

For a person is just a people who you happen to recall

As more than just another number walking through the hall

Because suddenly that person’s not

Just some poster people after all

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