Traffic Sphinx Ii Poem by Bill Grace

Traffic Sphinx Ii



Especially in heavy traffic you find them
in the hour of commuting it is guaranteed
sphinx like attached to wheels
they are frozen to the machines they love
that bring them to their place of bread and cheese.
Heaven help if you need a break in traffic
you will drown
as surely as the Titanic ignored the distress calls
of other ships that fateful night.

Wednesday, August 23, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: community,titanic
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