In the Office of the Lost & Found (poem)

The silence lies as thick as always
In the corridors and hallways
Upon the windowsills and tables
And the cornices and gables
The noiselessness is quite profound
In the Office of the Lost & Found

Everything is inessential
In the Records of Reduced Potential
No tales of brave resistance
In the Books of Bleak Existence
It all just goes around and round
In the Office of the Lost & Found

Nothing happens nothing changes
The best of friends are cold as strangers
They don't speak or talk or whisper
They don't lisp--there is no lisper
The clocks are stopped they're all unwound
In the Office of the Lost & Found

Mothers fathers sons and daughters
Missing better halves or quarters
Make inquiries by the dozen
"Where's my niece?" "…my aunt?" "…my cousin?"
But no-one hears they make no sound
In the Office of the Lost & Found

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