SUBWAY

Dark, it's dark.

Everything is dark outside .

Pitch-dark.

Running darker,

Rattling and bumping for a while.

Then a light at the end of this gutter

makes me blink.

Now, noisily we run across the platform

and people are just a pulp that I can't read.

Then a squeal,

the long, unbearable cry of the brakes, the rats or a suicide.

A brusque stop,

follow for a second of stillness.

Click open doors

click shut the doors

Rattling, bumping, blur, dark...