tube death
(the passengers board and the alarm sounds
the doors close and seal us in
the air is thin; purity has left us, we are sin
the carriage jolts forth and we commence our last journey
the light evaporates as the heat consumes us)
***
demons latch onto the roof
wailing as the concatenated carriages descend into darkness
tormenting screeches deafen the oblivious passengers
who are happy to submerge themselves in free newspapers
burying the fresh crisp pages into their sunken faces
minuscule black smudged text appears on their foreheads
red ink stains their pressedandironed white shirts
as their sweaty fingertips distort the vibrant advertisements
***
the graffiti on the door is illegible, scratched with human fingernails
proclaimed desperation
resulting in bloody fingertips
now a conclusive epitaph
a testament to our dejection
the floor is littered with coffecups, fast food wrappers, and
suffocated bodies:
cold to the touch
the worn down, limp, flimsy corpses
spat out of the sliding doors
***
the lamentations are carried with the last breath of wind
to the passengers on the next platform
whose dry eyes are now moistened with mourning tears
grieving the unknown
the doors close and seal us in
the air is thin; purity has left us, we are sin
the carriage jolts forth and we commence our last journey
the light evaporates as the heat consumes us)
***
demons latch onto the roof
wailing as the concatenated carriages descend into darkness
tormenting screeches deafen the oblivious passengers
who are happy to submerge themselves in free newspapers
burying the fresh crisp pages into their sunken faces
minuscule black smudged text appears on their foreheads
red ink stains their pressedandironed white shirts
as their sweaty fingertips distort the vibrant advertisements
***
the graffiti on the door is illegible, scratched with human fingernails
proclaimed desperation
resulting in bloody fingertips
now a conclusive epitaph
a testament to our dejection
the floor is littered with coffecups, fast food wrappers, and
suffocated bodies:
cold to the touch
the worn down, limp, flimsy corpses
spat out of the sliding doors
***
the lamentations are carried with the last breath of wind
to the passengers on the next platform
whose dry eyes are now moistened with mourning tears
grieving the unknown
Jeff Dawson
Tue 8th Dec 2009 20:34
Hi Owen, great description, must be horrific and think you've captured it well, nice one Jeff