those that wait

.


the lights were shut
one after another
in rapid..
...succession

the door shut..
..the lock turned
keys jingling
footsteps
...fading

in the darkness
to the blue light
of a distant
...fishtank
you can make out
figures..
..sitting
immobile


those that have
been fed..
and swallowed
...the myth
that good things
come..to those
...that wait

they sit there


still



.