Polite Company
we’ve been waiting for you
somehow you always knew
no matter how far you ventured
you’d be bound to the earth
although you felt different
you’re a piece of a set
the institution can’t function
without a change agent
your stomach mixes
wonder and disgust
in equal proportions
at the sight of it all
despite the monologue
in your head
you’ve always been polite
to the people you’ve hated
you look at stone faces
and situate yourself
somewhere south
of that missing hall plaque