the pawn

interjecting appropriate jargon

at appropriate moments

seemingly interesting but far from fascinating

just enough to make you not turn away

at first

jargon, silence, repetition

repetition, silence

ammunition is empty

****

hold hope the initial impression remains

silence, repetition, silence, hope

it doesn’t

it fades

the jargon hardens the plastic

the plastic pawn repeats itself

it pleads and screams to the empty world

for interest, for fascination

just enough to not make you not turn away

you do

you turn to leave and glimpse a sea

of hardening plastic pawns

waiting in queue

to listen

run