To start the day
in rapid trains
quick steps in windy tunnels
the underground’s a world per se
like seeds blown by a greater wind
we all go through its gates – huge funnels.
The grey and ghostly Jubilee
trickles down the map
it serves us all with no pretence
and even makes us think we’re free
when it mechanically follows
decisions at our own expense.
And then one day
in sun we gazed and strode
our heads turning to glitter
as people passed us by on Portobello Road.