Anthony W. Pahl

MANNEQUIN’S CRY

Incandescent room…
a glass lined tomb.
Frozen shapes
in stagnant space.
Unblinking, wide and sightless eyes
seeing naught
but all through transparent walls,
unheard and with a silent cry
pleads to uncaring passers-by.

Look at me.
Please!
Look at me!

Few look
but sadly fewer see.