Skulls

Sometimes, in crowds,
for fractions of a second,
I become an alien observer
of this funny
sentient species
on two legs

In the cold, furless,
they cocoon themselves
in various cloths
their faces
naked snouts steaming the air
their defenceless ears
red and prominent.

With x-ray vision
I see them all as dressed and walking
skeletons
the skulls hanging gracefully
from the thin neck bones,
all chattering teeth.,
all  a copy of each other.

I anxiously then
search with inner senses
for the elusive, animator soul;

the moment shatters
and I reclaim
my wry and tender
observer view point,
with relief.