He joined in the slow progressive line
towards the looming grey, square building ahead.
Every single body in the line wore a suit and tie,
black on white, not a wrinkle in sight
their distinctive features began to melt off,
noses, freckles, moles, color,
until their faces were smooth and blank.
Their thoughts soon joined into a
monotonous hum,
their feet mechanically
moved their bodies towards hell.