… & now a dusk of cigarette smoke gathering in the stale compartment.
Serbia’d blurred into motion & into bubbles rising in a bottle of beer.
Some Yugoslav soldiers on leave, who were the ones who were smoking, talked as they smoked, & their conversation, (which they were trying to draw me into [though I knew none of their words]) was almost visible,
like the dialogue above the drawn-in heads
of a cartoon-strip –
But a cartoon strip to which an eraser at the end of a long yellow pencil had been brought, making it a gray smudge in the air –
