Surrounded By The Mundane

[E.A Rumfield]

Surrounded,
the sounds closing in
of dull conversation
like committing seppuku
with a bamboo blade
the sounds closing
in like the walls
on bad mushrooms
but the trick is
to remain composed
let the adrenaline take over
in a semi circle
the people begin to
swarm, dead eyes
and the ugliest faces
you've ever seen
but the trick is
to stay sharp
let instinct reign
oh but the beasts
march forward
a bit of rotted flesh falls on
one of their Nike shoes
so close I can smell the death
on their breath
personalities like butter knifes
or one size fits all baseball caps
they converge
and someone asks
me if I seen the game