Office Commuters (3) , A Lament Poem by Ananta Madhavan

Office Commuters (3) , A Lament



The centipede crawls into the bus,
The millipede must wait.
A red bug moves towards the money-combs.
Driver ants are racing to the hill of power
To carry off a choice tidbit or two.
The drones prepare
For the air-conditioned day-mare.
On cracking walls the lizards will stalk
Icarus moths.

Monday, April 21, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: work
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