Black Driver

by Aidan Andrew Dun


Adjusting, adjusting
big yellow mirrors
gold-ringed fingers
work with the past

Reading, reading
in perspex cabin
scanning thickset
dark information

Thoughts to revolve
as a red blood-cell
double-decker threads
hardened arteries

Maxillaries, sub-
clavians of London:
overhead scrolled
destination rotates.

The future spins
in the sky, written there;
now the last check
of a convex reflection:

Everything’s ready to go,
Africa is coming.