How do you endure
The crushing indignity of tube trains;
The physical contact that in any other situtaion
You would shun;
And the silence;
The total lack of communication,
As if your minds were frozen by their very proximity?
What do you gain from the agony?
Well tailored suits,
Getting to work at nine and home again at six,
All the other insignificant details of living
With which you so greatly concern yourself.
Aren't you able to see the farcical fuitility?
Each morning long red monsters
Converging upon and devouring
Great portions of humanity
Only to reurgitate them in their cavernous lairs beneath the desert.
And then each evening at five-thirty
(Or five-twenty-five with lick if the manager's busy)
You go home;
Your haven from the world
And all its acutely serious problems.
Home to the comfortable paterns of television
Where beauty does not raise her awful head
And your brains at last
Can wither into a moist sponge
Free from thoughts that disturb
The puddle in which it lies.
Oh my lost friend
How you sadden me!
You were not made for this!
Life did not stretch its fragile hand
Down through aeons of time
To play this tragedy!
Your mind was not forged
By the painful process of evolution
To be faded by a train!
And if you're still hiding behind your newspaper
Pretending not to hear -
Do not forget we must all soon die.