Strangers’ bodies bumping
Elbows in the spine
Mobs of unknown people
Restless feet in lines
Rows of human wheat
Transplanted in strange soil
Swaying together through the heat
Distinct as water and oil
To step on one another’s toes
And splash a stranger with their beer
To talk in someone else’s ear
And share their sweat and who knows what else
And push and grumble and stare
Trying not to acknowledge the ones with whom they’re sharing air
Feeling dirty, sweaty, and abused
Until the gods appear!
To strum a chord, and beat the drums,
And play to appease the hoard
Who sings and worships to and fro
Still bumping into those they do not know
Very nice!
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