Life. Born to this line
Of cotted bairns,
Slumped with others outside
A locked classroom,
Marshalled exams desks,
Job interview staring at strangers,
Ranked at work,
Drs, dentists waiting rooms,
appointmented even my wedding.
Waiting list for a council house,
Parents evening lined up with others
Listed as deceased in papers, online.
Regimented plaque for my cremation.
As that world ends another begins.
Join another queue, another thought
of final judgement already delivered,
or forever pended.
Queue -- Aleksei Sundukov