Commute
hulk of beetle and bee,
muscular of wheel
on a cooktop of tar,
cushy of yolk
under the hard zoom,
numbed, caged embryo
hostage to the machine,
engine louder than heart,
piston over rib.
which steers which?
where goes the grumble-rumble
of the dual flesh-iron beast?
where, year after year,
pylon after pylon,
post, road, sign and cross?
who carries who?
will it ever hatch,
this hearse-corpse-pallbearer ride?
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