I - Sodden and soaked
By the dismal rain of the twilight
Pulled in the arms of my sopping umbrella
And took solace on the cold cement bench
Of the desolate bus stop

Desolate - spare for one other
I sat alone there
In awkward silence with Eternity
He stared with hungry eyes
That meant to consume me
And they might have succeeded their purpose
Had a group of others not joined us

Braving - the fighting wind
The biting chill and assailant rain
They grouped together there
And I thought I could understand them
But - I was so wrong

Words - of some language
(So familiar so different)
Rolled off their tongues
Into the bowl of my brain
Only to be mashed into
A meaningless nothing

They - with their suits and ties
So uniform in shape and stature
Looked like different assemblages
Of the same being -

Oh - the discomfort!
As the fingers all chattered together
And the nose told the chin a secret
I saw a foot look my way and smile
As he nudged a knee into laughter

Uneasy - I sat there still
As the thighs - (the dreaded thighs!)
Clung together in their social crowd
Of lips and hands and shoulders
And mumbled strange druid-like words

Words - only words!
Came from those extremities
Those members in suits and ties
And I looked over at Eternity
And he whispered:
A thousand sad girls will fall

Sanity - no longer available
Such a small price to pay
An escape - I sought
Yearning for the long-awaited
Arrival of the bus
So my eyes searched the vacant street
For a glimpse of that
Which I anxiously awaited

Slowly - My head turning back
Unknowing the fate of my gaze
To meet again the eyes of Eternity
But - he was gone
And for a moment I thought
I was abandoned in his absence

Crushed - I felt
When the thighs finally closed in on me
And the throat and tongue tried to swallow-
I knew then that I was merely
A white dot in a sea of black
Waiting for the bus that would never come
Whispering the words (only words)
A thousand sad girls will fall