MISSING
'Oh yeah, funny...
...funeeeeeeee! '
I reach into
my lunchbox
pull out a sandwich
that consists of
a frilly French panties
between two clods of bread.
A neat calligraphic note
flutters to my feet
'Remember...last night! '
it whispers to my eyes.
And then a quote I think
from Edmund Spenser:
'Song made in lieu of many ornaments,
With which my loue should duly haue bene dect,
Be vnto her a goodly ornament,
And for short time an endlesse moniment.'
The lads
have a right guffaw.
'You lucky bugger...
...you lucky bugger! '
they intone Greek chorus-wise
their mournful mantra.
'All I ever get is
corned beef! '
moans the foreman.
I'm not laughing
I can see
the driver's face
distorted with terror
wrestle with the wheel
the truck out of his control
moving in
a world
of time &
no time
approaching calmly
their laughing backs
I staring Death
in the face
as it hurtles towards me
in slow s l o w motion
my thoughts scattered
into the air
I try to snatch them
back
I already dead
only these molecules of thought
bursting like bubbles
on the sharp edge of things.
Everything present and
correct.
The only thing missing
is my life.
My life.
A frilly froth
of panties
looking more and more
out of place.
The quoted poetry
crushed under
a dead man's
foot
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem