A recording plays at the bus stop:
Line 72 to Clackamas Transit Center arrives in 4 minutes
The unrisen sun illuminates empty streets.
Gray sky streaked with yellow.
Trash and ashes scud before the wind.
Line 72 to Clackamas Transit Center arrives in 3 minutes
Half-fallen walls like rotting teeth.
Line 72 to Clackamas Transit Center arrives in 2 minutes
No-one's watching the clock.
The silicon brain ticks on
spinning uneven slices of dead time.
No-one will measure or cut.
Line 72 to Clackamas Transit Center arrives in 1 minute
from nowhere, going nowhere
expected by no-one
flat voice speaking savage absurdities.
Line 72 to Clackamas Transit Center now due
Have a nice day
The world ended yesterday.
Friday, July 28, 2006
Apocalypse, With Bus Stop
Labels:
free verse,
poetry
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