Boxer Engine
In front of me, the piston fists,
two versus two, pound out a war
I, riding, scarcely know exists.
All’s peaceful, back here in the car.
If wars, real ones, would only stay
silent and out of sight, all right.
But what is out of sight today,
what war a distant piston fight?
Donald Mace Williams lives in Austin, Texas, and is the translator of Poems by Rainer Maria Rilke: A 150th Anniversary Reader. He was mostly a newspaper writer and editor, before.
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