The train home is the wrong direction
Hoodie of cowled consumer mainlines space along cold steps,
shudders with light under the gazing green mouth.
He directs railway time in each clocked zone
unregistered by public eyes, he flickers visibly at the edges.
If the rapture comes he will direct it to platform one
100,000 homes in Australia will be people-less tonight.
~
image: Angelica East
text: Anna Ryan-Punch
