Shadorma #37 & #38

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Everyday
As I make my way
To the town
Hospital
I see a ragged wasp nest
Dangling from a tree;

I’m waiting
For the grey mummy-
Mask to fall,
So I can
Run over it with my car–
Ghost-wasps do not sting.

skat@2018

On the Road

Striking a sparrow
with my fast car, feels like an
arrow to my heart.

skat@2016

Emily Dickinson, Backseat Driver

We’re hurtling along
In the metal box, and she says–
“We can’t stop for Death.”

skat@2015