Family Visit

​Into the violent wagon
We all are loaded
And go a-trundling
With radio blaring
At speed immoderate;

Passed the cell phone towers
With their spikes a-bristling,
Torture device
For an age humane;

To cross a river,
Up an absurdly arcing bridge,
Metal coach rumbling
Above the squirrels’ nests;

Asked the computer
Oracle, ‘Are we lost?’

The motor killed,
The doors fly open,
Arms are flung around necks -
What a pretty way
To visit distant kin.