UNIFORM

Uniformed servants surveying
Impatient passengers waiting
The building has something of theirs
the turnover marks that h bears
Tell all of us one story or two
Some just degrade themselves into few

The meaning of the arrogance
Stands written in stone
We see the devil we don't
Beats down the devil we know

Patrolling to keep things right
A lazy, remarkable fight
The crosses in his eyes fill the room
Soking up the indulgence perfume
Smoke wafts in rings through the air
While his burden follows his despair

Back and forth for another time
Impatience grows around him
They lose sight of the line
Still the desparate puzzle begins

Stopped in his tracks
For a third time now
Just another job to do
For someone worthless abound

All he wants to see is a face
Of a clock to tell him to go home
Work never-ending, silence unknown
Uniformed servant surveying
While selfishness takes over
The patrol path grows colder
'I'll do what I can' is the line
I won't be good enough
Still, it's all that he can


14/12/98