Conception

I see a large green sign ahead,
Lonely structure by a lonely highway,
Bold message in white reflective letters:
Coffin Road.
1 mile.
At my velocity less than a minute passes
Then the exit to Coffin Road passes.
I speed on towards Kennewick.
My company has grown.
Three new companions help the time pass.
Whose coffin? Whose road? Whose sign?

-T. Weeks
(A response to “BOOK XIII: Song of the Exposition)