They were all there that day.

Everyone. The whole bunch.

The Plexiglass faction.

They were all there that day.

 

I kept watch; my eyes peeled.

I could see right through them

With my X-ray vision

But dared not go too close.

 

I know them, one by one,

Their foibles, their weak points,

Their vulnerable joints.

They were all there that day.

 

They picked over the bones

Of close, departed friends,

Who once took a bullet

To save reputations.

 

You can bend or break them

But they will not take heed.

Our commiseration

Means they will never bleed.