Rush Hour

An early morning Metro clears
a concrete platform and
hundreds of commuters focus
against the incredible scream

of metal on metal. Now speeding
like a laser; through underworld
alleys these everyday people are
the machine. As we traffic

beneath ground in a genuine
dash to office, or home, or to
somewhere else: (like sheep
to pasture, or chattel to

slaughter) our separate yet
equal and yet unequal destinations
bring us up and down and back and
forth and in the earth.

From: 
The Dancers and Other Poems




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ABOUT THE POET ~
Charles Morgan lives in Washington, DC. He has published a collection of poems 'The Dancers and Other Poems' and a novel 'Good Friends' -- He has been working on a memoir and creating various approaches to visual art...


Last updated May 01, 2015