Rapid Transit

Rapid Transit

Squealing under city stone
The millions on the millions run,
Every one a life alone,
Every one a soul undone:

~ ❇ ✾ ❈ ✾ ❇ ~

There all the poisons of the heart
Branch and abound like whirling brooks
And there through every useless art
Like spoiled meats on a butcher’s hooks

~ ❇ ✾ ❈ ✾ ❇ ~

Pour forth upon their frightful kind
The faces of each ruined child:
The wrecked demeanors of the mind
That now is tamed, and once was wild.

— James Agee, 1937

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