I’m always amazed how they go in
Then close the steel doors on themselves.
Haven’t these people any imagination?
Sometimes they are bunched up in there
like sardines in a can.
Speaking of cans I can’t help thinking of the Kursk
how those poor submariners were coffined
in a can.
Speaking of coffins, that’s what they remind me of.
My counsellor says I have too vivid an imagination.
Isn’t that what writers are supposed to have?
Anything can happen.
I think of ‘The Towering Inferno’ and those people
plummeting to their deaths when the lift cables
or in ‘Speed’ when they are cut.
And my counsellor says to calm my farm!
Speaking of farms I think of cattle being trucked
to the slaughterhouse and not knowing
till it’s too late.
And speaking of not knowing, and I promise I won’t
speak of ‘speaking of’ again but I bet poor old Nicolas White
never knew when he stepped into an elevator back in 2008
that he would be trapped in it for 41 hours.
No food. No drink. No cell phone. No company.
I don’t know if those people got out at the other end
but I’m taking the stairs.