I like the tank tops.

And I don't mind the blue hats.

But why no trousers?

As if any of us

has something new to show.
Any one of us

might be pumped from a bath

or pulled down from a shower:

who would ever know?
Yet here we stand

for the Grand Door Opening,

the mighty hand that reaches in

takes one, yet leaves another.

As if there was some

difference between us.

Some truth to judgement.