the bus at five o clock

the engine tingles
the seated nation breathes
joe and michael argue politics
whilest a couple of rural misfits mingle
with some servants of the hebrew god
and not a few atheists
tom and jackie on a lover's tryst
giggle only the if and why
are yet unknown to them
whilest i
scrawl words
on a journey to kildare
through a dark forgotten corner
of an exploding world
scrawl words
on the fly leaf of a book
for in the coming tempest
such frail things may endure
and monuments of bronze
be rendered dust