lost

My Case

My case sits in the corner like a dead bloated cow.
The sides bulging out like pregnant lady about to give
birth.
A blank stare is all the case can supply as I lock the
doors of my home.
The taxi conducts a quick funeral and burries my case in
the depths of the boot
At the airport just more cases with expressionless faces
being pulled by worried faces.
Cases are being dragged behind by nervous people attached
by an invisible umbilical chord.
The cases go onto a moving platform and disappear behind
the screens.
Nobody applauds or ask them to come back for more.
We all know they will be there when we finally land in our
new destination.