Take a number

Take a Number

 

You stand there,
so mighty, and higher than all the rest,
people worship the ground below you,
scattering petals for the grand entrance,
a grim smirk upon that glass face.
Someone finally defends themselves from you,
me, thats who,
I took a stone and shattered perfection,
I am guilty of nothing.
A practical manhnt for me,
people stunned at what happened,
come now, you must have expected it,
I made it known far and wide,
and yet you all remained indiffernet.
By this time you have binded me,
strapped me to a pole,
clubs and catanines in hand,
drooling at the thought of my flesh ripped,
paying for what I did to your leader.
The crowd spans far and wide,
a sea of haters ready to beat me,
I am preparing myself for the torture,
have been for many years,
but there are so many of you.
We shall make a line,
a simple solution,
in order to be civilized too,
all shall take numbers,
waiting patiently you bide your time,
thinking of what is to be done,
and then you hear the call...
now serving number one.

 

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I have a fascination for numbers poems, why I don't know, but I think everything in the universe is based on some sort of calculation. Anyways, this piece reminded me of a story I read in college, 'The Lottery' by Shirley Jackson. I love the way you ended this:

"We shall make a line,
a simple solution,
in order to be civilized too,
all shall take numbers,
waiting patiently you bide your time,
thinking of what is to be done,
and then you hear the call...
now serving number one."

This definitely tells an intriguing story. Well done.