the gentle roll of linoleum wheels

cellophane crumbling under busy fingers

injured legs and bruised egos hobbling up onto electric motors

plastic temptation oozes in the hollow

linear formations of children and wives amble downward

each man shelters himself behind his own dishonesty

millennium passes in view of the black, hanging periscopes

beyond the doors, they stagger inward

dragging pity on a chain which stretches clear to the highway

hungry dogs trot along in their wake

fragrance of fresh meat lingers in the air