On The City Bus
I gave this man
a half-eaten sandwich
He was dressed in the silence
of a nation,
I mean his eyes were the eyes
of the world
I am
only a small colony of thought,
arguing with myself like ________
none of use are safe
on this bus…..
On the South Transfer, fair trade
does not exist, is the lens
of an eye that sees through us
His cufflinks were cities
I had never dreamed
Wheels spun ricochet against god’s light, splintered
on our ride.
I mean
I was really feeling this in my heart.

1945_a lyric
By: Adrian Molitor