Canto XCII

The train has stopped, the cranes outside keep swinging
as office types yack into Blackberrys
while white headphones hiss with a waspish singing.

The cranes seem calm, all lined up like an army.
The Blackberry exec makes dinner plans.
The white headphones play nineties R’n’B.

Someone behind me tuts, the train still stands,
despite the buzz and clamour all about,
the slow nudge onward with our careful plans,

we’ll never see the end, well, not without
some other target panning into view
to keep us all from living in the now

before this eat-fuck-die contract is through.


2 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. peter litton
    Dec 01, 2011 @ 16:46:28

    As soon as I read “the train has stopped” I knew this poem would be good. I say that because most of your best poems come from the observations you make whilst travelling. Personal experience is a hook on which you hang metaphor and meaning.
    Reading this series is like one great poetry master class.
    The first line… the train is stopped but the cranes are moving (opposites).


  2. Benjamin Mackie
    Dec 05, 2011 @ 00:33:55

    Very well written, with an interesting theme. Living in the moment (but so few do, it seems).


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