A Man Treated As a Number

He was a man of no name or personality
but a dot within dots on a graph  
yet, the point of a plane surface he occupied 
was the very edge of -3 sigma on a normal curve

or coordinate Y<0.1 : X<0.1 position on the wide plane, 
so insignificant that hardly he was noticed in anyone’s eyes. 

His assigned number for a statistical purpose was 2,
nevertheless, there was no hidden or specific meaning to it,
merely an administrative purpose; it was just like a number 
assigned to an inmate whose individuality or characteristics 
were totally deprived.

Number 2, when multiplied with infinity indefinitely

grew a pair of wings on his back, 
the 2 flew away somewhere no one knows 
where it may be, flapping his huge wings.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

Poem

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment

Be the first to comment on this poem. Encourage this poet.

Get a Premium Membership
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a Premium Membership.
Book: Diverse Voices: The Poetry of Human Rights and the Pursuit of Peace