It's not very long before
They start rolling out the free
Bottled water. "Sparkling or-?"
Still we're here. A standstill,
A brief cloud of momentum
Paused. An onward feeling halted.
We get sporadic updated from
A faceless man who has the grace
To sound sad. No one else.
A man opposite me jokes
To his near-by stranger that soon
"Drinks on me!". How funny.
Meanwhile a person is lying
Dead on the rail tracks beneath us.
A human. A child. Once.
