numbers

They stand ahead, stoic faced
speaking our names, holding our ways
we reach for the biggest
or smallest of them all
to prove some kind of worth.
The banker's dream
a teenage girl's nightmare
the sound of death
life and its despair
they stand and march and switch places
till you reach out and touch their melting faces
merging and sewing with your form
till you are what it is
and nothing more.