Bored Fates Poem by michael oliver

Sitting - two lone fates robbed of attention
Beside a table of an empty usage
Espied without fear of a single eye
A couple balanced in a mutual isolation

Awe is melted for this huddled pair
Ennui hunched, ennui blank and ennui sad
Their task tucked away from our charity
No words or correction or next 'friend'

Hair dyed to conceal times passed frailty
Staring through the empty door of loneliness
Hair picked with a lost repeated neurosis
Eyes where a world of cliche sees

Glanced stripped of a part to play
Unrehearsed in their role before the lines
Drink their coffee drink their tea - lost
Sidelined these women by themselves in themselves