The FAB&PP Poem of the Month for May 2008
they run down
the platform with
their odd gaits
half
committed
because
they know
the train
is
rolling
[they
can
see
it]
but they
run against reason
and in
the
face of their
own
ineffectiveness
each one stops at
a
different moment
some just
steps away
and some
half-way down
while
others hump it
past them
[back
packs
akimbo]
knowing
they will never catch
the
receding
conductor
peering
out the platform
door with
a steely
look just in
case