04-15-2016, 10:30 AM
The Men On Trains
A sweaty invisible man drifts
toward the roar of subway trains.
Perspiration rolls down his face--
or tears, perhaps.
Finally he has purpose.
يا إلهي ، خذني
A cold stern man sits uncomfortably
in the stench of humanity.
His blank stare is diverted to a crazed
migrant yelling what he will not understand.
Finally he feels unrelenting warmth.
Oh god, save me
A sweaty invisible man drifts
toward the roar of subway trains.
Perspiration rolls down his face--
or tears, perhaps.
Finally he has purpose.
يا إلهي ، خذني
A cold stern man sits uncomfortably
in the stench of humanity.
His blank stare is diverted to a crazed
migrant yelling what he will not understand.
Finally he feels unrelenting warmth.
Oh god, save me