Indian Ameri
Thursday
Immortal Traveler
Broiling in the blackness of tar;
Expected a force to rescue me,
Came the steel avalanche;
Winds of pollution dragged and flew me,
Tore apart my only body;
I reached the doors to heaven,
Danced in the shadows of the gutter,
Was not ‘just’ a plastic cover on the road;
Am an immortal traveler in the gutter.
- H2S
(Been long I watched some garbage on the road in Lexington, and it lifted my spirits one way or the other)
0 Comments:
Post a Comment
<< Home