Black vehicle of sorrow
A chance for a brighter tomorrow
An afterlife of promises
Or were it all illusions that will vanish?
To mount the mobile deathbed
One must first be tested
Are you shallow breathing?
Or are you through with respiring?
Out by the window are prowlers who wallow
Engined box stalked by weeping of its shadow
Unbothered by the souls that fall
Its wheels continue to leisurely roll
Arriving at its destination
You who boarded with qualification
Are you alighting from the front passenger seat?
Or are you being vertically dragged from behind that seat?
-Babu Monang-
March 22, 2014 – 1:49 am
Babu Monang 