Sic Transit from Issue 22
Jolting uptown, the last late bus
From the theatre district fills with night-riders
Heading toward home. Outside, the nonstop show
The city puts on flickers past smeared windows,
And I read in the paper that two thousand and thirty-one
Years after the razing of Carthage, the mayors of Rome
And Carthage today signed a treaty
Ending the Punic Wars. It’s warm in the bus.
Outside, the wars continue. Across the aisle
A black man with the white can of the blind
Has found a seat between a white woman in black and
a sad girl reading a book. Perhaps she is weeping
For Dido, although I doubt it. Perhaps
Her lover has left her, and she jolts home alone
To a lonely apartment.
Eternally faithless Aeneas
What avenue invites you to romance?
Outside, romance continues, in the cold neon flicker
Insisting on Girls Girls Girls and All Male Revue.
The blind man lurches to his feet, sways
His way to the door, and steps into the dark
Outside. The bus continues. It is late.