CHECKPOINT

Stop.
The wheels are turning.
Life is balancing on
the checkpoint.

Stop
your motor bike, and
present your papers, for
your life is an I.D. away

Stop
at the sandbags in
front of your bike, you’re
making a move that nobody likes.

Stop
in a quiet stillness only
to witness death, and
you are gone.

Stop
in a pile on the ground. Your
life is gone and so is
your bike taken behind the barriers.

Stopped