“Like the rest, cold and distant”
Said he
And though this is fiction
He speaks the truth

For who is not cold and distant?
Who’s not been staring into a man’s face
And seen nothing but nothing?
None among us, I suspect
.
Cold and distant
Such meaning but with such disdain
No such human have a met
That did not fill this criterion

The rest of them
Staring into a crowd,
Can you pick one that’s dissimilar?
Sadly, I can not