Ruth Walters

A View Of The Queue............... - Poem by Ruth Walters

I'm sitting outside a café
as my feet are killing me
from walking too much,
I've heavy bags and it's hot.

I watch a queue for Vue - Cinema,
they're showing Avatar.
The queue is getting longer
and people start to sweat.

A couple of guys down the front
start making whooping noises,
loudly, like they're apes.
I don't get it, at first,

but then I notice they're behind
a black man and they're
gesticulating to him.
I begin to feel uneasy.

The black man is big and stocky,
he ignores the thugs
but they won't stop.
People in the queue do nothing.

There's an old couple standing
next to the black guy.
The old lady starts to fidget,
she moves towards her husband.

The queue still does nothing
and the black guy stands stock still,
like a ship that's sailed into harbor
big and grand and masterful.

His invisible flag is flying high
and he stands there proud and firm.
The little old lady is still fidgeting
and the thugs are making ape noises.

The black man does nothing
and the queue does nothing.
Me, I watch from the café
and I do nothing, I'm scared.

People passing by start to gawp
start to stare and the queue does nothing
The little old lady starts to shake,
she's looking pale. She fidgets.

I get up from my seat in the café,
I will have to walk past the queue,
the thugs and the black guy.
Instead I walk right up to them.

I go up to the biggest thug,
say, "excuse me for interrupting".
Then I pick up my very large bag
and swipe his evil face with it.

I didn't know I had it in me,
I'm that sort of woman!
I'm shaking; He staggers back;
__________ and does nothing.

Comments about A View Of The Queue............... by Ruth Walters

  • (9/17/2012 6:21:00 AM)

    Brilliant exposé of social interactions, especially where the bag became intimate with the idiot's head. Brave and socially just. Well done, like this tale. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, August 24, 2012

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