Civil Servant
A View From Outside
Published in
Apr 2, 2022
The room is now empty —
red pencils and dust,
old letters still pending
of sloth and mistrust.
An era is over,
the farce at an end.
No question of action,
just of wasted space.
A vacuum left running
yet sucks out the life
of all that come near it —
and fall in the vice.
The line has been forming
to fill in the blank;
the story’s not over —
new souls for the dust.
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