Jan 21, 2013

Coward

Whenever, from the platform, I feel the vibration
of a barreling train, I hold the wall--
not because I'm afraid of falling
onto the tracks, or even of jumping. My fear
is of how I would respond to see another passenger
trip on a shoelace just as the full weight bears down,
or to see someone, toes curled around the platform's
blue edge, make the decision to end it all.
Would I be the person who
heroically instinctually humbly
leaps dives grabs pulls ducks?
Or would I simply cower, vomit,
pretend I have not am not will never see death?

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