I've already seen this elsewhere and it's even better the second time round.
I think it's a wonderful metaphor for life and death.  I suppose it's the
reference to Steve McQueen.  It's so difficult to recognise that he's dead
when you see him in a film.  I love the simple, direct language and
marvellous imagery.  Lovely, touching poem, insect.
bw
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>       Motorbike
>
> I saw in an American film
> that you can outrun
> a tidal wave
> on a motorbike.
> I thought of Steve McQueen
> who never made the great escape
> but still revved and bucked
> like a true hero.
> I dream of easy riding
> the wide open road,
> an aery highway
> that spans huge country.
>
> No need to fear nature
> when we can mount a metal steed
> and fill the night with noise.
> Behind us, the water crumbles
> buildings, streets, bridges.
> Beneath us the throb
> of the engine;
> ahead as much freedom
> as we can swallow.
>
>                      grasshopper
>