[Untitled] [“To A Motorcyclist Seen From The Car”?]

Why do you charge through the gorge in skin
Missing so much and so much?
Oh motorcyclist although you are thin
I fear to the fat white lady you’re kin
With under your helmet the skeleton grin
And the grip on speed and clutch –
Oh why do you charge through the gorge in skin
Missing so much and so much?

Audrey Laski