Faces (from Lifesongs 1)

People with knowing faces;

all my life
I have fought
those smug, smiling faces,
as they assign and condemn others
to a pre-arranged destiny,
casting them like characters
in a pre-determined script.

They appear to know more
than they could possibly
begin to understand,
about a life
they have been taught to live
within transparent plastic containers,
they become very nervous
when someone comes along
who sees through the charade,
grinding their molds
into dust;

just to watch the amazement
on their boring, predictable faces.
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