|Written by Nathan D. Wilson|
|Monday, 29 March 2010 12:11|
racing from grave to grave.
to the express,
is playing his bucket
beneath a bronze enfountained god,
on ten-story headstones,
and schools of red-backed buses
as they paddle on spidered asphalt rivulets
toward the Styx.
The living have their duties,
and so I smile and nod and photograph
|Last Updated on Monday, 29 March 2010 12:29|