Flashback to the Cell
the last stop is also a beginning point
on the C at 168th POETRY IS HARD
catches my eye before we depart
against the reflecting neon signs
as square tiles parallel lives lived
in a box or cell—we alone the man
& [I] of no significance until he exits—
the grinding wheels pull away
from 155th—a ghost compartment now
analogous to time spent in solitary.
i occupied this same mute hush
when white boy met his living shadow
in a split second on the cold concrete
bringing to view faces pressed
inside rectangle glass—the aftersound
resonates loud year after year—
(white boy died from the epistles of dear john)
appearing at 125th a person is reading
THE ESSENTIAL ETHERIDGE KNIGHT
on the train today no one reads
& we continue swathed in noise—
Credits
Directed by Jean Coleman.
Horton, Randall Gavin. “Subway Chronicles: I. Flashback to the Cell” in {#289-128}: Poems. pp.71. © 2020 The University Press of Kentucky. Used by permission.