While our fearless leader is immune to the kryptonite power of poetry, we here at the Towers say write on!
Faces in the Night
By Trackwood Von Broekn
Because it was late,
and I had worked a long day,
and had been drinking afterwards;
and perhaps part of the blur came from the spot
on the cold window
my warm exhalations had already fogged
as my nose became intimate with the glass
in the crush of the crowd.
But I could not tell
if the train on the other side of the platform
was rushing by,
or if the one beneath my leaden feet
had already started once again on its endless journey
to the place it had left so many times before.
although the faces far ahead could be stopped
and held in focus,
and those far behind could be locked with my gaze
for the closest inspection,
the present tense
of those directly across from me
could not be analyzed,
could not be scrutinized,
could not even be vaguely seen or understood
as they rushed by so quickly.