The Lists
A list on the window, it is titled:
The Acceptables.
Seen it before, know that I’m on it.
Check anyway.
Yes! I knew it, it’s on there.
Turn around.
Belched from the Darkness, an Office Dweller.
Lightly erases.
Touched by guilt, anxiousness prods.
Check again.
My name has survived, the fever breaks.
But then again.
Another middle aged man, swooping in from the Deep.
Menacing grin.
He carefully blacks one out, writes it in his book.
Check again.
Anger sweeps in, frustration and despair.
Wait Sir!
Please mighty creature, explain this misdeed!
You know.
You know what you did, the most grievous offense!
Humanity.
For it you’ve been erased, and added to another.
Secret list.
The black list of shame, the trusted who fell short.
Forever.
Eternally written, in the heart of the Great.
Wait a minute.
It cannot be me, I am Different!
The weirdo.
I am special, I belong on that list.
Of the loved.
The Great said it itself, “The only one.”
Who understands?
There are many who do, the Black list is long.
I will not!
Shan’t allow you to do this, return my soul!
To you.
I say now, It’s not finished!
Just begun.
