Eulogy to the Boy-Girl-Car Years

As with the death
Of each age,
The rattle comes
Amid fire, dust, whipping of women-
Confusion abounds

And we find ourselves
Attached
Cuffed in, coddling,
Fawning over
Inert boxes

Rubble and Ersatz
Booster seats, shot through
With shattered screens.

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About Benjamin Norris

Published writer of short stories, long stories, poems. Well received art critic and cultural commentator for Berlin magazines. Collaborator with operatic societies. Co-writer of fictional historic psycholinguistic journals. Lecturer of architecture and art history at a Budapest University. View all posts by Benjamin Norris

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