A bright overhead sun
a wisp of grey cigarette smoke
mingling
in the December chill
Fat behinds bounce on soft seats
motor begins
mouths move
bones in the middle ear respond
a masculine and feminine watch the traffic
Tongues lick lips
smoke enters capillaries
hands on a speckled brown bauxite wheel
soft leather gloves steer the car.
Arriving
more mouths wag
black coffee is mixed with sugar and milk
Lady truth stands quiet in the corner
roads are being built toward her
caverns begin to surround her
A red flag goes up
a new truth is announced
he is made to stand in the center
Skirmishes begin
Ancient truth
the lady in the corner
of half built roads
and empty caves fades.
Matches appear
cigarettes are lit
capillaries scratch for memories
tongues wag
bones in the middle ear click
Nervous fingers
jingle jangle
nickel coated coins
in a deep pocket
touching a genital.