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Poem. ?
Ignorance
Shh.
Turn towards the wall. That's a good lad. Now be very slack, be very still.
No, you mustn't look at them! How do you expect it to work when your eyes are boring them new holes?
Look down. Let your eyes glaze over. Yes, that's it. A little waiting now, a bit of blankness.
It's time to move. Look around vaguely. Keep your eyes glassy. Concentrate on things, but never act as if you actually see them.
Slouch a bit for us. There. Shuffle along slowly, in a straight line. Eyes down, head down, shoulders down is the way. Mustn't make waves, mustn't but mumble if we're bumped.
To the stairs now. Move off to the side. Climb slowly. Don't look at the daylight; eyes down, head down, shoulders down . . . eyes down, head . . . Mustn't look at them. Mustn't look at the blood, mustn't look at your shirt, mustn't wipe off your hands, mustn't . . .
Eyes down, head down, shoulders down . . .
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