Eight people in a jiffy
with their hands figthing for balance
on each other and the handles of the scooter
scooting away in speeds
speeding through the highway
higher and higher; the needle
needling back and forth
as they fought over an inch of space.
The scooter stopped as everyone fell
falling over each other as blood splashed
splashing on the road; all around
Cars deviated and sped away
as they gasped for that final bit of space.
I have always looked at the roads and its contents as a metaphor of the planet we live in. The cars honking, the smoke rising, the overtaking, the filthy abuses that follow a mistake in turning, the accidents that happen and so on. So while I was sitting in a taxi, a family of five were travelling right beside me and something about the way they kept shuffling in the seat made me think about the human species and our fight over space and power. This is how this poem came to be…