Trucks (Poem)

black armored trucks drive down Main Street

just passing through for now

but there are more of them

and they will stop somewhere in some town or city

to fulfil their ontological purpose

not here not yet and you might say not us

I’ve felt the street shake as they passed

and have seen the pavement crack beneath their wheels

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