City Bus

Now
There are fewer stops
And the world flows along
Without yellow tape

Void of
Silent impaling eyes
Retired circus men
Who can guess your
Height and weight

No longer
A body
Pressed into conformity
Dizzying row houses
Rapid eye movement

Alone, I walk
Those cement blocks
Away from
The bellowing growl
of the city bus

Jonah
Exhumed from
The whale