Stranger

They tell me it’s a dark world

with narcos and trafficking rings

strange buildings crowded with strange men

men with grey faces that don’t smile

I watch my mouth and my teeth and my moving lips

I wonder, will anyone see my flesh

and see a soul inside?

at the end of the working day,

the mind is heavy once again

crowded with strange, serious questions

that should never be answered

some work is hard, some work is easy

but work is never what we choose to do

Some secrets have not yet been revealed to humans

But they are spoken

And I wait and listen