we went away
on holiday
got lost driving up a mountain
passed some old men sitting by a fountain
they stared at us as we went past
and were still there staring when we went down again at last

what were they talking about
between bouts
of ascent and descent?
the corrupt government?
why bees buzz?
what the prostate actually DOES?
who knows
but what it SHOWS
it’s that life’s just a cup of strong Greek coffee
between two infinite periods of unconsciousness
and if THAT’S not worth the cost of the car hire I don’t know what is