we live in the subway...

by human being

illustrations by rhoda penmarq

we live in the subway at different stations no one ever leaves here we just live our life! sisyphus rolls his boulder from one station to the other nobody gives him a hand no one has got a hand in this land we do not shake hands here we just shake our heads as we walk thoughts can't climb the stairs dialogs are run over by trains we all run to take a trip to take a sit to take a nap to dream of the land above that we are not allowed to visit they are busy there they are busy cleaning the land from bodies and trees they want the land bodiless they want the land treeless they say bodies and trees make it priceless and they laugh no one cares about the meaning of words in this land we just hear the words we hear them laughing we hear them cleaning the land we hear the bodies and the trees that are cleaned the subway is full of voices and sounds but nobody listens joshua bell's violin is begging for hearing ears nobody lends him even a pierced ear no one has got an ear in this land fear has got the upper hand courage is lost in the maze of knowledge minds do not find each other they masturbate in their interior monologs poetry is raped by busy nets stories are stillborn we live in the subway at different stations no one ever leaves here we just live our life ............................................ like a dry leaf in the wind