Tizh

SPEED

 

We line up, the old people,

On the side of the road,

And watch the caravans

Of young people pass by.

What good is speed to us?

We're no longer following fashion,

We can no longer follow their cars

--Or their ideas.

Go then, hotheads, faster,

Always faster.

You are awaited.

Waiting for you are

The jolt, the detour,

The mad driver,

The whirlwind,

And Death.

Go then fast, faster.

We, the old people,

Will give you our place!

 

January 1968.