The tube lift mounts, <br /> sap in a stem, <br />And blossoms its load, <br /> a black, untidy rose. <br /> <br />The fountain of the escalator <br /> curls at the crest, <br /> breaks and scatters <br />A winnow of men, <br /> a sickle of dark spray. <br /> <br /> <br />Submitted by Stephen Fryer<br /><br />Arthur Seymour John Tessimond<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tube-station/
