Mumbai Rail.

rolling the straight line that bends
the sway of tightly pack bodies
separated so as not to spark a fire
the genders too bend their reach

light darts through the darkness
that fills this place
smelling of the days of work
raw and damaged hands have seen

Small men stand tall or not
tall men show signs of their bent
hard edges squeel like steel
against steel

the shores of this iron river are lined
with the poverty meant for hell's duty
and the fear has left hollow hopes
filled with the resignation of one's last breathe

yet from here to there I go
and in between I am met
by myself
and a loving kind man


-rcs
7-14-04

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