by Natasha McDonagh
Give us pause, don’t blink -
Bus stop, young man slumps,
With aching neck, winks
At neon screen. The hum
Of burning cars, hot
With fear and need. Go,
Take your chosen lot,
Fail tomorrow’s show.
Give us pause, don’t blink,
Bus stop, kid looks up,
To see Brother sink
Deeper. Tired enough
To sleep but plugged in -
No eyes see his small
Lost brother’s grin
As rattling plastic toy cars fall.
