Subway

in this burrowed city
are networks -cocooned streets
in cavernous-like sheaths
where neither moon nor sun
trickle down beams of light,
often, artificially lit
by flashing signals-
steel-pressed sparks
and luminous platform bulbs,
it remains at most,
a dark womb.

the streets, obedient conveyors,
tracks, allow gratified iron worms
tunnelled passage;
absorb the rhythmic
hypnotic screeching
and clatter of tumbling wheels.

the third rail, hums,
vibrantly silent -
deathly stark as the moon,
deadlier than the sun
when touched unadvisedly.