forgotten purpose
under the blazing rays of thy sun,
burnt in waiting the crowd has been.
in arrival of escape from it driven by a man,
favorable seats were a race to win.
one plus three, eight to eight.
moved to its end, front’s been cleared.
leaving finally, oh none shall be late.
with this filled of men, no yell must be heard.
amidst smoked street found though would be cent—
forced from a white-haired even if she can’t,
quandary toward men later within i was freeze;
was it out of concern or mere avarice?
blaring music, snoring folks—all as if unaware.
spaces between buttocks were barely seen;
let the sight of worried wrinkled visage be bear,
let comfort come from her arthritis’ sting.
flout thy trembling weakened knees,
commence to the abrupt roll of wheels.
precepts were for neither the barker nor the driver;
end’s seat then was for no one to remember.
state though the aged and the impaireds’ disparity,
ergo, realize as well the reputed solace for their equity.
so as the forgotten gist of the omnibus’s latter spot,
for derriere of people shall now move not.
an aisle for thy wrinkled to hasten for—
a sight for those seated who blindly snore.
no thwart for she was “midst senescence”,
thy last seat has therefore though lost its essence.
- x.iii.xix