Hell Train




A train comes out from the morning
Steels are rustling together with dews
Evaporating the night

Beautiful people are marching in
Go to work, go to school, go to a court
Go to park, go to party, go to a date
Endless long queue
Like a paper craft
That makes their fingers dancing
Tapping their hips
Stepping in rage
Pulling the string of self-egoism

Wrestling breasts
Chin to shoulder
Armpits to nose
Bellies to butts
Butt, fart
And breath is like a wave
above eyelashes

A lady breaks the crowd with rush
Challenging human-wall
In the edge of an open door
Dying to get in
Despite her elegant look, she shouts
Shouting that people inside are not human
Friends of Satan
While others are smirking,
Their faces are covered with sweat
Running to lips
As their bones crush to each other
can turns human into evil

Novia, 2014

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