On Carriage Wheels

Carriage wheels

like time, keep turning

A murky road

centuries worn

Two men ride

one dark, one light

young and aged

revealing nothing to each other

Where do we go? wonders one

pale masquerade ‘til setting sun

Remnants dim

In the window, pain

One man’s wealth

withered at the roadside


chants the other still

One laughs, one cries

Their dance begins

How does the coachman see? hearse1

Through misty fog and alacrity?

On through days

Faster, Faster!

Horse and carriage

Grind upon the bone


the stagecoach circles

Two men ride

one dark, one light

Heedlessly we deem our fate

when carriage halts at graveyard gate