In the Seoul Metro

 

I’ve seen your tired souls

riding under the city

lost in the drowsiness

of morning commutes.

And when I’ve seen

all your lonely faces

reflected in glass

I think of Pound

and his metro station—

with faces like petals

on a black bough.

But this literary allusion

is quickly shattered

during rush hour

when the subway

screeches into station

and push becomes shove

as white-gloved

subway push men

pack commuters into

waiting metal cars.