Sunday, March 1, 2009

Mole People

Deep under the catacombs
Of train and subway tunnels
That run the span of the city
Eighty times and back again
And seven stories deep.
Dark, damp and abandoned
Live a people
Derelict, dirty and isolated.
Self-exiled from the dangers above
Ranks in the thousands
Mole people
Never counted
Never count
Ask and they don’t exist
Least fear creeps above
Glowing eyes under trains.
What if that were you?


Anonymous said...

Your heart is an unwritten poem that can be described as deep and full of love for those who cast aside.

Thank you for this one.

Poetry in the Global Box said...

Thank you my kindred'd soul friend.

Robyn said...

this is deep.
voicing the sound of silence.

Poetry in the Global Box said...

Well put Robyn. Thanks