This many no-onesA Chapter by TLKThe lonely form crowds on the street. They collect at the corners, letting the whole world drown in their silence. They are a flashmob without the flash, and a mob that mobs no-one. Each of them is you, a someone you used to be, and therefore each of them is no-one. No-one did this, the blind Cyclops says; and this many no-ones have accusation enough to blind the sky.
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. Chastised by the wind, like so much chaff; chaste and uncherished in mute inevitability. These people have-done-are nothing and, so, ask you what you have done for them. What crime is it that they are thinking of? Each time that a shudder of revulsion at this injustice passes through the throng it bangs louder in your memory. Who have you forgotten? © 2013 TLKFeatured Review
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Added on August 23, 2012Last Updated on May 8, 2013 Tags: loneliness, crowds, injustice, question Previous Versions AuthorTLKBirmingham, West Midlands, United KingdomAboutSigned up to the Pledge to Civil Conduct in Discourse on Writer's Cafe: please challenge me if you think I am breaking either the letter or the spirit of the rules. I try to review well myself (see.. more..Writing
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