Monday, 29 October 2012


The concrete and the sky conspire
To make this Monday chill and grey
Tired expressions show no fire
A longing for the bed betray

Slaves pulled by invisible chains
Into the earth as one descend
On escalators to the trains
Packed so tight, no limbs extend

Disgorged at the appointed stop
Re-devoured by towers of glass
One thought only: avoid the chop
Retain the building entry pass

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