Corrugating in lines

The lonely form crowds on the street.  They collect at the corners, letting the whole world know of their silence.
Each face, whether young or old, regardless of ethnicity, despite their language, tells this fading story.  Mouths vibrates, tongues follow, a vast parade of emptiness.
These people have nobody and, so, slip through the cracks to end up collected at the edges of the drains.  Corrugating in lines that jag up and down like the teeth of a zipper: swarming, dispersing, only to form again.  Chased around by the wind, like so much chaff.
These people have nothing and, so, ask you what you have done for them.  What crime is it that they are thinking of?  Each time a shudder of revulsion at this injustice passes through the throng, it bangs louder.

Who have you forgotten?

Where are they now?

Author's Note

Prose poetry.

Reviews

[Miss. Smith]

I find this to be a very well thought out piece about how we walk this earth and are perhaps forgotten and perhaps forget many others when thinking of ourselves and well I guess a great deal of other things.
I had to read it through twice to understand however I still enjoyed it because it is a piece of literature, rather than a story that when we read it, we do not have to think about the meaning.

[TLK]

Thank you for taking the time to read it twice.

[Emily B]

i feel so very small

[TLK]

Be small with the rest of us.

[Emily B]

infinitely finite :)

[Pax]

wow, profound and deeply thought out....just amazing...

[TLK]

Heh, don't give me a big head now.

[Pax]

sorry...I'm just amaze with your work...

[Kenneth The Poet]

Corrugated cardboard meeting the elements...I love that metaphor. Once the boxed is warped, there is no more use for it. A classic piece I must say.

[TLK]

Well, you certainly haven't forgotten me, friend. You reviewed this in like 5 mins! Thanks.

[Kenneth The Poet]

Not a problem at all. I will read more when I have a chance.