But as always the taxicab
of history picks up its passengers, takes them where
they think they want to go; then leaves them there.
“Current Events” by Luisa A. Igloria
Some people take the taxicab of history,
dingy with worn seats
and a strange smell that no one can identify.
Our rulers travel in their own vehicles,
a glamorous car with a crew of soldiers
to protect them from the ones they serve
or an airplane high above the land.
Many will take the Greyhound bus of history,
if they’re lucky. It can be crowded,
with a restroom too dreadful to use,
but at least the progress is usually swift and steady.
Most of us have no vehicle.
We walk our shoes to shreds as we trudge
across deserts that were once ancient seabeds.
We take that last desperate swim
between continents, the savage
sea creatures surrounding us no more harmful
than the predators left behind.