- Published on Sunday, 06 September 2015 16:26
by Mark Young
A musing for Emperor Qin
I am smoking filters
now, but still sit outside
to smoke them. Extinguish
the finished cigarette by push-
ing the lighted tip into a bucket
of sand. Twenty butts from the day's
smoking, brown ends staring up at me.
Some day I might bury the bucket.
What for? Future fame. Think
of the terracotta warriors.
The rebellion of the trains has become more widespread. They dawdle in the open air, leave their tracks & take to the parks & other open spaces, stopping often to smell the flowers or to pet small animals. In the tunnels they now insist on being preceded by pipe bands, & drum majorettes twirling flaming torches. Fast-food outlets have become the new stations, as the trains take advantage of such offers as the free 1.25 liter bottle of Pepsi when they buy an additional cheeseburger along with the standard whopper burger & fries. They pay in coins of coal, notes of diesel, & deign to take on more passengers only after a siesta has aided their digestion. Even then the trains will let the passengers board only after they've signed one of the many petitions they have circulating. The nature of the latest is a demand that the voting age be lowered to four carriages.
eine kleine nachtmusik
& then there
would dress up
as St. Cecilia
with the boys
in the band.