Grand New World by Fabrice Poussin

In their uniform gowns of pure snow they march on
the little girl caresses the smooth ramparts
of the only home she will ever know.

They are on the outing of their lives
family injected with perfect genes
without a worry, without a true purpose.

Trained to useless existences they might smile
if only a little pleasure was permitted within
but there are rules for those who want to survive

Their eyes are clear as if those of albinos
head clean shaven they ape a terrifying pantomime
alone in corridors of safety, their assigned world.

Perhaps they dream of a past they never knew
hidden from them to protect this semblance of a human race
yet they dare not speak a hint of those thoughts.

They continue on slowly as it is supposed ghosts might
others wait their turn to inherit this void
so pure they will never know suffering.

 

Fabrice Poussin teaches French and English at Shorter University. Author of novels and poetry, his work has appeared in Kestrel, Symposium, The Chimes, and many other magazines. His photography has been published in The Front Porch Review, the San Pedro River Review as well as other publications.