The wheels in mining towers whirled
like carousels in fairgrounds.
Roses dimmed by soot grew in the gardens,
wasps raged in pastry shops
above cakes strewn with crumbs.
I was fifteen, the tram moved
quicker between the housing projects,
in the meadows I spotted marsh marigolds.
I thought that at the last stop
the meaning of it all would stand revealed,
but nothing happened, nothing,
the driver ate a roll with cheese,
two old women talked quietly
about prices and diseases.
I'll just list my thoughts:
- funny last lines
- narrative poem
- can identify with narrator... I've thought about what it all means and been dissapointed whe nothing is revealed.
- I thought this was a war poem because it was in the middle of an article about war...I guess it could be a soldier on his way to war pondering about life and the meaning of it all...right?

