Krill

Glass doors
open automatically
like a giant's yawning maw
or a whale
designed to swallow
customers
prepared to spend
while autonomously navigating
guided by signs
each separate mind
segregated
but robotically inclined.

They stand in groups
sit at Formica tables
window shop
ride the escalators
or enter the supermarket
cold as a winter's night
stocked and stacked
in crowded aisles
with produce
including frozen meat
the remains of carcases
encased in plastic wraps.

Weaving this way and that
like matadors
with expressionless faces
examining
fruit and vegies
arranged in rows
like soldiers on parade
as ladies with babies
prams or trolleys
barge
like torpedoes
towards the checkout.
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