MANNEQUIN
I stand here in the corner of this dusty shop window
Half facing the street outside, with a reflective stance
As if I were contemplating such a tenuous existence
For some time now, left here alone and abandoned
Missing my colleagues, so many absent silent friends
There were days when colourful fashion dominated
Each pose selected and adjusted for effective display
Albeit still and focussed, we were in good company
But now, ever since this store closed some time ago
They left, perhaps for another location and its view
Or worse, limbs and torsos dismantled for disposal
I wonder if their heads with sightless eyes still stare
As do mine, slightly ashamed at my pale nakedness