Friday 15 August 2008

another poem (tubelines or metronet?)

Rattle, rattle, there she goes:
with hundred-twenty people.
The tracks are old, the tiredness shows
not just on trains but in people's faces;
as if in Ascot on the races -
or competing in some sport:
round and round and shove and push:
everyone's seems in a rush!
Undeterred, the doors will open, shut again at haste:
no, I can say, this is not to everybody's taste.
Rattle, rattle, there she goes,
deeper in the tunnel.
Can you see the end of it?
or are you stuck? - inmidst of people shoving
Are you ready for the exit...?

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