Only one eye remained. <br />Though she was calm <br />and did not seem to worry <br />about the loss at all. <br /> <br />She had been yanked <br />out of the subway car, <br />by confidence and fear <br />wrapped up in power, <br />raw and most effective. <br /> <br />The fellow in fluorescent green <br />had hugged her then and there, <br />she was a sight to love <br />and to behold, although she bled <br />like anyone, she bled, and bled. <br /> <br />And then, to everyone's surprise, <br />she found a juniper hedgerow, <br />leaned back for comfort, a re-charge, <br />and there she died. Alone.. <br /> <br />The sirens warned the few <br />who lingered on the street, <br />and there he was, carrying <br />their boy, both in a fever <br />of quick anticipation. <br /> <br />Too late, my friend and lover, <br />you will not save her now, <br />perhaps you can, the two <br />of you and other millions <br />go out and tell them, all. <br /> <br />But in the meantime you, <br />and countless others will <br />accept the truth of truths. <br />And walk away from it. <br />Perhaps not you.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/out-of-the-tube/
