Tuesday, December 4, 2012

Waiting for the R Train


Man dies after being pushed in front of NYC subway train
Wired Update, 4 December 2012

The slightest nudge has changed his perspective
fletched his attention to a focal point
tunnel vision infects the panoply of his senses
blue scented air charges from a tunnel’s jaw
a Mexican wave of synchronized stolen breaths
and the ground beneath his prone body rucks up too
like an undertow before a tidal wave

and he feels the dead weight of anger and hatred
the alienation of being, the sorrow of clinging
and, as he casts those traitors away
discovers the immensity of here and now
and starts to rise up, at first to his feet
but doesn’t stop there, rising up before the train
his own death inconceivable, at least to him.

(c) 2012 Slush Poet

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