Standing impatient, platform teeming, almost noon
Robo voices read off final destinations
But one commuter's already at his
He reached for life's third rail

There is no why in the abyss
There's only closing credit hiss
The soundtrack's gone, he didn't miss
Reaching for life's third rail

We ride on, now, relieved and moving forward
Each our own lives roll forth, for now
But now is gone, for one among us
Who reached for life's third rail

We rock, to-fro, and reach each station
Weight shifting onto forward foot
Flesh, bone ground up in violent elation
And bloody rags, hours ago a well worn suit

I ride the escalator up and pensive
About what did and not occur today
Commuter glut, flow restricted
A crooked kink in public transport hose resolved.