In a cold bright morning sunshine
with metal knives poking you around
you know where you have to go
you know your job.

don't look too long at people
get a good look
and try to remember the face
*for in two seconds
they'll be gone*
then turn your head around

people walk
like clockwork
like a train
to infinity
and the man reading the psalms on the metallic tube knows he is affecting each and every one of them wearing rags and bathrobes
he'll sit still.