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Relocating

                                                                  

This morning, I'm stalled in a snaking line of passengers,

Some visibly disgruntled, the majority submissive, diffident, resigned,

Oblivious to the implications of terrorists threatening our safety,

All of us encumbered hundreds in endless procession,

Weaving as if climbing a cruel mountainside's grueling switchbacks,

 

Being ordered, by imperious servants of blind, draconian law,

To show our identification papers, photos,

Go to the right, go to the left, then funnel into one of six lanes,

Remove belts, shoes, coats and jackets,

Relinquish personal possessions comprising our earthly estates,

 

Then, disheveled, commanded to gather them up,

Before submitting, ultimately, unto whatever fated keeping

Lies beyond the gates from which we'll be flying,

This otherwise perfectly business-as-usual, orders-are-orders day —

Just another necessary step in the relocation process.

 

 

 

 

                          

                                               

 

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