THE SUBWAY POEM

I start my dark decent
fleeing from sunlight
running from the moon.
I spiral downward into the gray and black abyss
I see huddled masses clad in sadness
silently awaiting a trains arrival
A huddled mass of transit worshipers
Slaves to her bone crashing steel
Sometimes she grows hungrier
and long time worshipers are fed to her bloody rails
crushing her victims daily
engulfing them with her hot dirty breath
mouth open, she eats New Yorkers,
swallows rush hour whole
alas skyward as a surfacing whale
excreting them through her many orifices
holding them captive in her darkness
hushing voices with her vociferous cries
Snapping her silver jaws at her prisoners’ backsides
Daily her faithful pay gladly for more abuse
Offering no more affection than being
smothered in each others morning stench
She waits silently hungrily
her preys’ return to jostle their senses
she runs when it pleases her and never slumbers
guiding the blind in her steeped darkness
When she chooses to sleep
her prisoners beg for mercy
Enslave and offer themselves to her once again
She receives and swallows them whole