Rigid

I’m supposed to write
About things I see
Frame them in a delicate verse
Both patient, and a butcher
With perspexecutive lenses
Yelling through glass cubicles
The click echo location commands
If not for yourself, then
For your community
The street spirit that died
When we locked our doors
Never quite straightening
The visual cues on the wall
Aware of many pictures
Competing for one role

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Rigid