behind the truck
which
has been touched
by another truck, no
damage done,
watching the men
argue
and prance and preen
and swear
at one another
it's not easy to
understand why
there is war,
murder, violence.
this is the world
before you.
and as the light changes
again, then again,
and the horns
blow behind me,
more anger ensues.
there is no way
around them, no way
out.
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