Waiting for the Train

Underground in a tiled concrete tube they stand, waiting to shuffle into another tube of metal.  A collection of specimens in frosted glass jars; never touching, never speaking, never looking through the wall of unseeing.  The more tightly they are packed the deeper the silence.

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