The stillness
That befalls all of us
In introspective situations
Played down by deity for
Life’s unfurling foreplay
.
Eats solely
And wrongly
To attach to stigma
As we hush under the din
Of the train
And call this progress
.
Until
With hushed skirts
We curtsey past lights
And hounds no
Full scent passing,
.
Many panicking
Having noticed
The blank squares ahead
Marked with black numbers on white paper
Denoting pallor.