The Third One

drawing by Dan DiPiero

Tell me about the
third one. He’s there and gone. They
seem unaffected.

Tell me about the
third one. He looks a puppet.
Controlled by they, we.

Tell me about the
third one. He is rigid and
stark, expressionless.

His mouth moves not and
his eyes don’t dart, nor lips purse.
His brow raised, slightly.

His breath seems shallow,
put on. He breathes with shoulders;
[: rising and falling :]

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The Third One