Nearly Noon, Tuesday
Two-toned hearse
on the shoulder
broken down,
hood up and open
like the waiting grave,
The driver stares
at the dead engine
and his watch, one eye
on his shattered schedule,
the other on the slow hand
of eternity. All dressed up,
the passenger isn’t
going anwhere
in no hurry to get there.
by John Peter Beck
John Peter Beck is a poet and Associate Professor and Director of the Labor Education Program at Michigan State University.
