So blindingly
the red light and the blue
and the violet flashing too,
of The Three,
clustered round a narrow corner,
two paramedics in bulky jackets
and equipment galore
about the place,
body down on the sidewalk -
resuscitation? -
and the heavy blanketing?
Follow in the queue,
round the obstruction,
past that silent scream of lights,
while a policeman standing, hands
in pockets, looks you over
in the zoo cage
of your little glass enclave,
as all idle workmen
and road-menders do.