There surely must be
because of the glory
But obviously not the advertisements
They will not be selling Winston and
Kool 100s there
The afterlife is noncommercial
though the cigarettes are free
And instead of cars
which depend on resistance
we will have something looser,
I am thinking of songcars
You just sing and off you go
There's no burning rubber in heaven
no needle teetering on the red
And the guy at the loudspeaker
Is also the guy with the checkered flag
He's also the clown
with the multicolored wig
And up in the stands throwing down
Crackerjack that's him,
and slapping the mustard stain
on his thigh,
him too
And we will not race in a loop anymore
and not against one another
But with one another like colts at play
and everywhere and in every way
Its going to be terrific, you'll see
And instead of celebrity drivers
like Richard and A.J.
we will all be sitting at the wheel.
like movie stars in our astronat suits
and the bugs on our teeth don't even die
they brush themselves off
and fly away
(2006)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem