This hunk of metal
Commands—
Opening doors;
Closing them
After hours.
It’s in. You’re out.
Lawful entry
By its standards.
Respect’s enforced
As a free commodity,
And you’re captive.
You have no choice.
You abide.
Out of sight,
You sneer, you snide
Until—
Its shine blinds
Bloodshot eyes,
Cuffing you again.
2 comments:
Okay, so this is just me and my mindset, but I think of the security badges in the office when I read this. It also occured to me that the cuffing is the realization that the badge has the power, not its possesor. I think of how many times I went to work bleary eyed at 5am thinking cursing that stupid badge. Of course, that's just me. Either way I really dig this.
There so much movement between images and everything seems to happen so fast, this throws the reader into the moment. The use of second person also holds the reader "captive," its an excellent choice here.
nice job.
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