Underground

Escalators Underground
Fluorescents glint quietly on their teeth
Shifting patterns dance and sway
In time with the Muzak.

 

A man is breathing music
Shaping the air into Art.
The tunnels rumble in harmony
And a great wind blows. 

 

The train's eyes shine in the darkness.
And the gleaming body follows.
It slows, and stops, and wounds open in its side.
People pour in, people pour out;
Caught in the tide.