The Men On Trains A sweaty invisible man drifts
toward the roar of subway trains.
Perspiration rolls down his face,
or tears, perhaps.
Finally he has a purpose.
يا إلهي ، خذني
A cold stern man sits uncomfortably
in the stench of humanity.
His blank stare diverted to a crazed
migrant yelling what he will not understand.
Finally he feels unrelenting warmth.
Oh god, save me.