Metro express

Metro express

 

 

 

It screams at you and nothing is said, the metro express passes wild eyes and misery 

blistered, busted, bewildering crowds hustling, begging for their uncertain lives 

unkempt streets of loan sharking, busy stiletto bees and pawn shop down and outs 

 

nothing is said in winter coats as the train passes snippets and fragments of community 

technicolor oil skins, pallet constructions and a theatre of doom flashing past commuters 

white prayer flags of diapers greet you and no Dalai Lama to consecrate their desperate pleas 

 

thriving churches, tuna tin queues at social services and thundering promises of Vaseline shiny 

politicians.

 

it does not change the faces of children, looking out of broken windows while the train passes to the suburbs 

nothing is said and bonds of cars, houses and the boat at home keep the travellers duct and silent

 

 

Note:

 

Included in a fortcoming publication "Adder & Angel" Author Myra Lochner.Topic Inner Healing (can be used)