Cruising Through A River Of Metal Coffins.

 

Cruising through a river of metal coffins

 

I am cruising on a

vast river of metal coffins
that stretch for miles and miles
inside each metal coffin

are the bodies of
innumerous U.S. citizens...
sitting upright with glazed stares
as they approach their final destinations
people I'll never get to meet,

people I may never know
they pass me,

I pass them,

side by side,
with an occassional

passing glance at
these ornamental conveyances

of departure that
come equipped with stereos,

color televisions,
plush seats, air conditioning,

air-tight, waterproof,
soundproof,

the blaring noises

of the outside world
are deadened to those within.

 
Most make their exits

gracefully on the highways of life
but some exit with a bone crushing,
gnashing, grind of metal on metal
and a splintering,spattering
tinkle of spiderwebbing glass
ejected from the coffins

in which they ride,
and from this world in

which they reside
in a most violent way.....

I just passed one now
squashed and flattened,

on the side of the road
an impacted passenger

compartment where
no human being could

survive such a devasting
reconfiguration of their mortal flesh.

 
With a sorrowful shake

of my head, I continue on
resuming my journey,

in my metal coffin
as I wonder at the immense,

propensity and intensity
of the roads I have

not yet traveled.


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==============================================©-MFB III

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Debarshi Dutta 6 years ago from Calcutta

A sad but true poem.

Metal Coffin are what we build and live in.

Pessimistic truth stares back at those glazed stares...but the metal coffin remain, above ground...and we are laid to eternal motion..until we crash and burn in our armored tanks...when fate flies overhead and drops its bombs .

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