Social Engineering

Under the controlled conditions of the laboratory
scientists have observed Americans turning to
their rights after exiting the train. The stairway
is to their left. I turned to my right, disoriented
on the platform. [Black bird's shadows
passing overhead] They might observe us
doing or saying the same thing repeatedly, oblivious
to which shoulder we throw our towel over,
which side of our mouth we use to chew.
I believe I am clever but the same fear,
and feeling. No mercy,
no love or compassion in the all seeing eye.
No room for sentiment or preference. Just facts,
cold as glaciers.