Pasternak Time: "Quasi people, with more haste than voice"
Quasi people, with more haste than voice,
Face book opinions ephemeral as crosswords;
Friends more by accident than choice.
Stasi people brandish orders of boss words;
Watch hallways; their digits rip-off files.
Incognito always, they engineer lost words.
Power people, in private frantic, in public smiles,
Know who they banish are stars they fought.
Half a people respect them, the rest revile.
Non-people, sorted or bought or fraught, caught
On the wrong side of the street, the wrong year;
Grew up wanting something, last left with naught.
Anti-people paraded in news reports, raise fear
By their every mention, have nowhere to hide;
Live abroad, by the sword. Their fate is clear.
Real people, with normalcy on their side,
Stay silent wrong times; asked something, rave.
We live and let live with their small prides.
Near people, here, we will go with to the grave;
Think dear about every day, keep close to hearts
Even after we are broken and are brave.
Icon people, reminders of the greater part,
Post-work watchers of blessing, warning,
Stay at peace through owners' fits and starts.
Mirror people, those ones we see in the morning
Full frontal in the bathroom with their internal noise:
The only face from which is no hiding, no ignoring.