Fred D’Aguiar – Traffic


Fred D’Aguiar

The handover takes place in a parking lot
Emptied of all but two earmarked vehicles,
Squared for the exchange, headlights crossing,
Each waits for the other to make the first move.
At this allotted hour for the traffic of souls,
The young bodies travel from hand to hand,
They march in a line at more than walk-pace,
From van to bus across the cleared car park
Marked for optimal commerce, today
Suspended, held in abeyance, some way off,
As the children follow instructions to move
Fast and keep in line, not long now, home soon,
Back with loved ones in rooms they took
For granted and cannot ever do so again.