Saturday, 17 May 2014
victim
and then he laughed
incredulous
by fate or design
that he should be the one
the chosen one
chosen
from all those names more fluent than his
passport photographs more gorgeous than his
plucked
from this crowd
of passengers
of crew
to be chosen
he
the competition non-winner
the optimistic entrant
the nondescript nine hundred and ninety nine thousandth
in a million
the supporter of dreams unfulfilled
the face you'd always forget
finally remembered
CHOSEN
for one fleeting moment
elite
and so
like a winning ticket holder
prize winner
he laughed
as they lead him to the door
to the world's camera
press
tv
at last famous
BLACKNESS
and then he laughed
no more
Labels:
poetry
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