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The Traffic Hermit
Besieged by schoolboy stones, recalled
Ricochet of El Alamein artillery,
Desert rats wearing ties and trainers.
The Gods of his everyday mourning
Sweep shrapnel beside road signs,
Each destination arrives at solitude.
Trams drudge along Gdansk streets, as
Vodka dribbling from mouth to (bottle)neck,
Shipyard cranes genuflect to hunchbacked sky.
Placed his furniture foetus into a pram
Cradled solace in petrichor and petrol fumes,
In morning mist, swinging incense,
He broke bread to feed birds and himself.
Jozef raised his throat to the wind
And sang for the final time,
He thought the lights of a truck
Were the weeping eyes of Christ.
Ricochet of El Alamein artillery,
Desert rats wearing ties and trainers.
The Gods of his everyday mourning
Sweep shrapnel beside road signs,
Each destination arrives at solitude.
Trams drudge along Gdansk streets, as
Vodka dribbling from mouth to (bottle)neck,
Shipyard cranes genuflect to hunchbacked sky.
Placed his furniture foetus into a pram
Cradled solace in petrichor and petrol fumes,
In morning mist, swinging incense,
He broke bread to feed birds and himself.
Jozef raised his throat to the wind
And sang for the final time,
He thought the lights of a truck
Were the weeping eyes of Christ.
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