Short Manikins Poems

So many manikins
In the store windows
Dressed in fashion clothes
What  does happen at night? 
When no one is around? 
I ponder this question

Do they come to life?
Walking on the floors?
Having a chit-chat
Or walk on the floors
When I am in the mall
I do ponder this scene...

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Listen to poem:

Into the groove of unthinking action,
file after file of manikins pack in --
beings above see the circular groove
peopled with puppets, all on the move.
Deeper yet they wear the groove down;
manikins' footfalls forever resound.
Of "outside", they now all think no more,
their eyes forever fixed on the floor.
Mechanical movement is all they can know;
movement defines all the life that they show.
The speeds of the dummies vary a bit
as they wear down the floor of the pit....

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