Three Under the One Way

Three coal black figures awaiting under the one way signs Two women and a man Their faces are ash Their eyes are worn down until all you can see are slight indentations. They do not smile as they stand beneath the one way signs. They look sad and all-knowing. Like three Fates discussing the lives and deaths of innocents or not so innocent. Or guardians to a world unknown, to a world of nightmares. If a lonely person tried to touch a shoulder for directions They would crumble. Their mouths are drawn tight Their noses are hooked. Their coats are long and foreboding. When the people around them walk by they watch whispering amongst themselves without opening their mouths. They talk about each person’s destined demise and they wait. With unseeing eyes Under the one way signs.