She paraded. He watched her...

Tainted Global Footprints

He stands at the edge

Of the periphery

Barely out of view

Yet able to see all

Especially what he is

Not a part of.

With smooth blonde locks

She parades without an awkward pose

Advertises, without an unflattering angle

Yet not aware of the intrinsic

Individualistic nature

Of the audience.

Only that they are there

And they will always be there

At least,

So she believes

In this moment.

One receives little

Observes the panorama

Bleeds the spectrum.

The other takes all

Aware of shreds only

And not the bloody trail

Least of all,

The cost of the human footprint.    

    

Thoughts? 

More Poetry and Stories

Next week - the never Before Seen Film, Reality UnFastened. 
A young man unravels, Fast. (or watch below in the Short Films section)

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