Red Tram
Written by Dariusz Lebioda
Translated from the Polish by Stanley H. Barkan & Adam Szyper
Narrated by Bill Wolak
I dreamed of a red tram
gliding on rails in New Orleans
full of moving skeletons playing
on saxophones trombones
trumpets and tubes
at the end a yellowed scaffold
struck silvery plates drums
and another in a conductor
cap was conducting
thin tibia
the gilt of the sun poured
from the sky wandering
blackbirds flew from palm
to palm moments muck
like centuries and millenia
I was the only living being
in this tram but I was stuck
in deathly stillness
pale thirst
the big band played louder
and louder the tram still
accelerated and was already
running in free space
hovered in the air like
the funeral shroud
was erased glided
freely towards a deaf
eternity