Whistling

(or Amused by Chaos)

By Michael Dorr

Amused by chaos —
snarling dogs barking,
the lines of stumbling
and stunned passengers
who think they know loss
and understand strife,
the weeping and screams,
 
and oddly a band —
he scans the platform
standing regally,
seemingly detached
as if in a dream,
riding crop in hand,
held in a tight grip,
 
dressed impeccably
in his uniform,
eager to dispatch
his racial duty
and not one to snooze,
deaf to babies' cries,
the flick of his whip
 
a fleet harbinger
delivering news
of horrible life
or a horrid death,
alcohol rarely
heavy on his breath,
a gap-toothed smile
 
boyishly lighting
his mouth and his eyes,
as all the while
Josef hums, whistling
ever so softly
a tune only he
can identify.

Published March 9th, 2016


Poet, writer, editor, former publisher, educator, cultural critic, and (briefly) a gravedigger, Michael K. Dorr is a Phi Beta Kapa cum laude graduate of Hofstra University, where he studied film, theater, history, anthropology, and astrophysics.  He is co-editor of MILES ON MILES: Interviews and Encounters with Miles Davis.  He lives in Brooklyn, New York with a Rhodesian Ridgeback runt named Trixie Maybeline.