BLACK PLASTIC CHAIRS

Black plastic chairs, hold the weight 

of travellers who wilfully place their fate

in the hands of uniforms that conduct

a symphony of beeping batons

Black plastic chairs, sag with collective joy

of carry on luggage sighing with relief

after the conveyor belt of nakedness

manned by a poker faced policeman

Black plastic chairs, bear marks of correspondence

between wasted scraps from discarded wraps

and convoluted alimentary canals

dropped from above by avian marksmen

Black plastic chairs, stare stoically ahead

holding within the lingering anxiety

of spilled coffee and jilted lovers

The uneasiness of contraband smugglers

Black plastic chairs, witness the surging relief

of boarding cards found in the nick of time

forgotten by absent minded dreamers

lost in their world of creative rhyme

Black plastic chairs, the silent array of clones

made of the same industrial mould

born to carry transitory burden

in perpetual face-off forever