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I was walking an unfamiliar track,
Suddenly startled by the cawing of crows,
The strings of a lute and a loud thunderclap.
Then a tram in flight from nowhere arose.
How I managed to get on board
Was nothing short of a miracle.
It left a fiery path as it soared
High into the dawn sky — clearly visible.
It raced along as if on wings.
It lost all sense of reality.
Driver, stop this ridiculous thing,
Before we confront our mortality.
A billboard advertises vegies and fruit,
Written in blood-painted letters of red.
But instead of selling cabbages and jute,
It trades in the heads of the dead.
In a red shirt with a horrid face,
The executioner cuts off my head.
It lies with all the others in place,
Cast aside carelessly into a greasy shed.
I see a house with fenced-in clover,
For me it’s such a familiar site,
Driver, you must pull over,
This is where I have to alight.
I now understand it was our fate
That lives for us were under a curse.
We were mere shadows at an entrance gate
To be lost in an imaginary universe.
Forever my heart bleeds in gloom,
It’s painful for me to be alive,
I never thought there would be room
For love and grief to exist side by side.
It raced along as if on wings.
It lost all sense of reality.
Driver, stop this ridiculous thing,
Before we confront our mortality.
