No Prizes (Stream VII)
Sucked deep down,
Down deep
In that pit.
Pitted against the black dog.
Pitied-
We who are trapped in the zoo.
Prize specimens,
Given no prizes.
A pity they don't see you
But see through you.
Transparent thin,
Thinly disguised.
Disguised as human,
This inhuman death,
Which is no death,
A living death.
Eaten away,
You look up and see
Mirrored in the glass,
The glass that separates,
Not the you you knew
But a stranger.
Strangers eyes.
Sad Eyed.
Dead eyed.
The black dog wins.
poem by Paul Brookes
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