Love comes wearing a surgeon’s mask,
Diabolically skilful, alert to every twitch.
Under the railway station’s cathedral roof,
One souls arrives, another departs,
Passing on different trains, different tracks.
The city, lubricated metal hermaphrodite,
Mates with itself, grimly efficient.
Family politics proceeds in scared little rooms.
Sunset glares like an open furnace
Where the whole world is tortured into steel,
Manipulated by supply and demand.
Love calls again, a cheerful arsonist,
Impervious to psychotherapy.
In the small hours, while the innocent sleep on,
The accused are taken for interrogation.
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