Wednesday, December 26, 2012

No One at His Back

A middle age man sits
     in a crowded restaurant
His back to the wall
     his eyes looking
For a restful spot
     away from the chaos
Memories of sitting behind
     a wall on guard
With no one at his back
     or to the right and left
Curiously exposed he knows
     he is more sacrifice
Than protection
The increase of noise brings
     him back to the present
And forces his eyes
     toward the door
Too much, he must escape
     bidding curt farewells
He rushes through a maze
     to the door
Outside he relaxes
     just a bit
But his eyes still roam
     looking for threat
His back still itches
     waiting for an attack

That will never come

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