Rumbling Trucks / Michael McQuarrie

The rumbling trucks are at it again,
The rumbling trucks are at it again,
All day long they rumble rumble rumble
through my walls and into my most personal,
my most sanctimonious clunk clunk rumble
As if rumbling were the natural,
More natural, most natural action.
The damn neighbors have a tank or a bulldozer
in the front yard, rumbling and clunking
through my most concentrated language studies,
my most concentrated studies on articulation and poetic device and
Not on rumbling.
I didn’t know a small town, a veritable village had so many
rumbling trucks, so many rumbling trucks,
so many muffler-deprived rumble rumble rumbl-ing trucks,
so many rumbling truck fans caught halfway between barbarity and
  civility
and not wearing shirts while revving their rumbling engines.
The rumbling trucks are at it again,
The rumbling trucks are at it again.

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