A Tube Sonnet.

Under the heaving streets and congested roads,
stretch prostrate parellel branches of busy rail-way,
hulking carriages trembling along, every day
performing their permanant shift, follwing train code
never leaving the cimmerian de ja vu.
The tubes eyes lighting the tunnel, praying for a delay
to kill time, before trying to keep passengers at bay.
A never ending loop of monotonous queues.

As he pulls up to take another load
we see cutting-edge replacing old, hoping to stay
for years on end and looking to accrue,
the old flightpath of which it replaced as new,
as time and body corrodes away,
atleast the beast was incessantly rode.


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