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Where the Wheel Is No More

Where The Wheel Is No More				

All aboard, all aboard!
The bandwagon departing to the good old times of great is now ready for boarding. 

Passengers are politely reminded, by command of captain and committee -
“Riders are required to relinquish possessions and perceptions of progress.
In addition assumptions and aesthetics must not contrast with those of the committee.
Riders who resist will be ridiculed and/or removed”.

Before the bursting bandwagon could bolt
the thirst for pomp circumstanced a bottle 
was to get it in the neck. A gaggle of geese
parted in two, half to be cooked aboard
half ceremoniously released to lead the way.
Relaxed riders, like of mind and mug
conformed to the commanded conditions of carriage
(albeit for the possessions part)
And readied themselves for take off.

Now they were off, on their yay way.
Smuggled possessions soon trotted out
tapped furiously to refresh a worth,
nail an image or two, fill a timeline.
One by one each possession of time once present
regressed into redundancy; soon along the way
riders reckoned upon the lack of cherry picking
available to them toward the good old days of great.
Bit by bit the bandwagon blew
Past the disturbance of the three in seven
Past a man tailor making sticks fit for the width of his patron’s thumb
Past endless lines of ditches bellowing bullets in a yellow haze
Past a population famished to only rag and bones 
Past cannibalistic traders and herders of people
Past singed remains strapped to stakes.

Bedlam broke all about the chugging bandwagon
(now chasing the released geese as all aboard were cooked).
Riders raged, few had kept their pig heads cool;
they wanted out but not here, there or anywhere
along the route to the good old times of great.
Captain and committee contained order
piety prevailed to saviour pride, as if history had never been.
Great progress was made along the path of regression
round many bends they went in search of their destination
until alas they went so far the wheel was no more!

Copyright © Margo Cami | Year Posted 2018

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