Mannequins

Glassy-eyed Mannequins
Posing
Stiff, motionless, lifeless
They watch, with perfect features
From behind the glass,
But life
Passes them by.

The Mannequins are among us,
Beautiful, yet terrible,
A fear that hangs over us.

No one should be
This cool.
No emotion,
No life.

They exist in a world of sterile edges
And crystal clarity,
And yet they miss it.
The thing that really
Makes us beautiful.

The mess, imperfection, kindness.
We live, they exist

In a perfectly controlled world,
There is no life.

And the mannequins
Sleep
With their eyes open.