Friday, May 15, 2015

Poem: On Traffic Circles and Triumphant Arches

I play Google Map Pac Man
on the Arc de Triomphe.
Of well-designed streets,
I don't believe that's the epitome.

Ever try to evade ghosts in
the grandest traffic circle?
Like evading the NSA,
if you're Angela Merkel.

An exercise in futility,
isn't everything political?
Left-Right, Up-Down, while
we all become statistical.


The arch, engineering triumphs,
keystoned, carved victory scenes
with names of dead soldiers,
proud thread of a bloody skein,

a revolution not long forgotten.
Extremists attempt to terrorize
the descendents of The Terror.
"This will work," they theorize.  

Then, bomb French cafes, grocers.
Claim Charlie Hebdo good reason
for turning on their fellow citizens.
Try them for murder, better, treason.