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BACK OF THE BUS

Do you ever think
of what's under the skin?
the rippling muscles
and failing limbs?
Incorporeal voices
from the back of the bus
narrating scenes
of old limping beings,
of a lady once beautiful
just
like
you
and maybe loved
now more so
with her disfigured torso
plodding with an optimistic rhythm
down the streets of fire and brimstone
prophesied
by a raving crone
from the back of the bus,
or maybe
from inside your head
if not for the proof of an aging engine
drowning out her sermon for the dead.