On Display-poem by Jonathan Butcher

Those deft, cylindrical passageways in whichthey all shuffle in silence; eyes half closed,their footsteps emitting just the correct amount of echo. Even a polite nod is not considered the correct etiquette.Those images hang, nailed to the wall like faulty mirrors. Even the slightest touch of their surfaces could sink fortunes;allow champagne to evaporate into rain.The doors close against this over polishedcorridor. Gathering themselves back into that crowdonce again, they exit with gratitude, their heads  and hands as empty as when they entered. Jonathan Butcher is a poet based in Sheffield, England. He has had workappear in various print and online publications including: Popshot, Sick-Lit,The Transnational, The Morning Star, Mad Swirl, Picaroon Poetry, Amaryllisand others. His second chapbook 'Broken Slates' was published by Flutter Press. Poem by Jonathan Butcher Drawing by Janne Karlsson