Neil Young
was singing about saving the world,
and how to burn love.
The trees looked bare,
behind life looked unpainted.

Xinyun bus, number 25
passed by…..
windows blacked out.
The air hung lowly…..
we need to call the cops…..it will never stop.

Another ‘jam’ but no music,
just people walking away.
So…I got out….
and danced like a giant down the road.

Swift for them I disappeared…..
and then they stopped, as lonely as a poet.
It’s only 7:30 am…..and the cops are late……
How did it come to this?