Emergency
In case of an emergency,
I scan people on the train car.
The beggar there; the screaming child,
may meet with me again some day.
I might need to know those faces.
Once, I heard that God cast extras
in the feature film we call Life.
They are the constants in your day,
out of focus, as you listen
to music, voiding your mind numb.
One day, it will all go quiet.
The mouths will gape open and sound
like scratched record vinyl jumping
back with a heavy pop, until
there is just crackling in the dark.
© 2008 Christina DeJesus
1 comment:
I love it, that is amazing! I was there with you on the train for this poem, good job.
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