In cradles of metal, on ribbons of concrete,
We're winding the circuit, in search of the impact.
And faster than ever, who's thirsting for water
In rivers of metal on cushions of rubber?
What baptism matches this mikvah? This Ganges
Of ozone—embankments all covered with shrapnel?
A whiff of the gasoline charges the senses,
It spins all the wheels with the throbbing of motors.
And spinning ourselves into lines on the freeway
Where corpses and timber possess alike masses;
We're winding in circuits, in search of the impact
That follows the thrill of rebirth in a cradle
Of plastic and steel—where velocities matter.
“Long Beach police found a man's body Friday off an embankment of the 405 Freeway, but said there was no obvious signs of trauma. ”
– Teresa Watanabe, LA Times, July 16, 2010
http://latimesblogs.latimes.com/lanow/2010/07/dead-man-found-on-embankment-of-405-freeway-in-long-beach.html
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