Oblivious

I look around, and catch a real glimpse of the social world (the wasabi, for example) hidden under layers of sugar and icing. It isn't very good, I know, but I was thinking of wasabi.

Expressionless people move

Among the crowds in fleets

Unaware of the way

Broken and irreplaceable things

Are caught up by the claws of ravens

As they prowl the streets

Hissing, angry, their wings 

Catch onto street signs and lamps

And they cower, trapped

Yet free to watch the people 

Trudge by, quietly ignorant

To the knives buried in their backs

Author's Note

Not a great poem, I know, but I was thinking of spring roll sauce and wasabi, so give me an almost-break.