The Freight Elevator
November 14, 2011 § 3 Comments
Those expecting a prompt rescue were disappointed.
The dent in the ceiling of the freight elevator,
The hours of avoiding eye contact
And listening to their stomachs rumble,
Severely tested their endurance.
They stood stiffly in wretched silence
Within the confines of their tiny prison
Until someone said, “Move over.”
They obediently shuffled to the east wall of the elevator.
The west side became a miniscule stage.
They took turns inhabiting the vacant spot,
Soliloquizing for the amusement of strangers.