The Subway

The Subway (from Of Pain and Ecstasy: Collected Poems)





I stand alone in the dark Fulton Street subway station,
Breathing in the urine-scented air,
Breathing out clouds of steam,
A subway train rushes along,
Not stopping,
Biting at my eardrums,
With the painful percussion,
Of thousands of people,
Silently screaming,





I don’t want to see,
I don’t want to see,
I don’t want to see,





The air fanned by each subway car,
Rushes against me,
Pushes the ozone and the smell of burnt...

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