POEM - "driver:song"
driver:song
Everyone becomes asian
as they observe their friends dying.
And even you begin to
resemble eastern sod as
you are lying:
A driverless chariot, abandoned-
your face, never before so candid.
Can you believe it?
Congregants gasp and sighing;
in the casket you are lying
(like you've lied to your
mother, lying).
All, with their programs fanning:
some standing, others can't stand it.
And women at markets
chatter while buying
the lillies and daisies for
grave-side crying:
driverless chariots, abandoned-
some standing, others can't stand it.
-trev diesel
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2 comments:
did it say enough by itself? i have an idea of what it says to me, and i'd love to tell you....but, you first.
Nah, I'd rather not explain it. That's the nature of poetry... if I decipher it, it kindof demystifies it.
But I'd love to hear your interpretation!
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