The horns rebel.
Subways intersect, zany switch games, change tracks
To their destinations designed accordingly to
Colorful, kindergarten, caterpillar maps.
With or without people.
So when the conductor crackles,
“Embrace For impact!”
And blue meets red, in the original way of understanding that,
We believe the answer is purple.
They are fooled, and you would be, too-
As metal screams in pain,
A gunky, rubber, smoke pinches nostrils,
All hands hold steel rails on walls, floors, ceilings, in nooks.
But velocity transforms everyone to matchsticks in a tossed box.
Guttural booms spew out of the holes,
Danger growls, deep in the tunnels, to stay away
As it feasts.
In a savage orange glow,
From their two broken noses, a viral fire of ignited oil
Chews away at the seats, smokes out the cabins,
Shows no mercy for the bewildered and hurt.
Here, nobody, no thing, no entity can save a life.
This is a place where entity can blight life.
What the news will never tell you
Is all of these accidents could have been prevented.