Reflections

Passing,
always watching
from outside-
it’s dark and alone
and night where I stand
looking at a frame
all aglow
and inside is a family
huddled like
long ago in a bunker
with rations and news radio
though it’s 2016 and the news is fake,
trickling into their pores via HD television…
I don’t see their faces
but the tv shadows and reflections
on the wall
look huge like puppet masters,
training these people
to laugh and cry on cue.

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