35 Days: 2 May - Poem #20 Ghosts In The Subway

There was, as the more astute will have noticed another one of those typos that I can't correct in the last poem. It should. of course, have been dated 1st May not 30 April.

It's really quite a nuisance that blogger is blocked by the Chinese firewall.

Anyway, here's the poem for 2nd May.

There are ghosts in the subway,

memories of footsteps.

The acoustics of fear reveal them

There are ghosts in the subway,

shadows of the fearful.

The unstable light reveals them.

There are ghosts in the subway,

icy drafts across your skin.

The night-drawn breeze reveals them.

There are ghosts in the subway,

perfumes and fetid funks.

The miasma of the past reveals them.

There are ghosts in the subway,

the iron taste of fate.

Your rising terror reveals them.

There are ghosts in the subway,

yesterday's ghosts and today's.

Tomorrow's light reveals them.