where the hearses be

By JupiterMoon

Tue, 05 Jan 2016

3 comments

where the hearses be

hunched,

driver-less,

exhausts smoke in the break of day.

they huddle

beetle black,

emptied of silent passengers.

they wait

for passengers,

boxed and voiceless;

speaking not in complaint.

clustered by the pavement side,

frosted bumpers

touch for hushed gossip,

it is impossible to hear

what they say.

the bowed bonnets tell enough.

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Permalink Submitted by jolono on Tue, 2016-01-05 15:52

Unusual. Great concept and well written. Well done JM.

Permalink Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on Tue, 2016-01-05 16:31

oh yes - love this. Brilliant imagery

Permalink Submitted by Bee on Tue, 2016-01-05 17:32

Brilliant imagery - absolutely wonderful. I've read it over and over, and still want to read it again - which I'm just about to do.

Bee