On the Underground

Lowed head, herd-burrowed,
to subterranean trip:
Down, slowed escalator-drop,
to queued platform crypt.

Commuted life sentence,
branded as ‘Mind the gap’:
Squeezed rush-hour day’s flush,
shoved aboard, standing-trapped.

On coloured, stiff spaghetti,
fooled cartography:
Tube-mapped London, visited,
cheats on geography.

But, the Underground
still performs, as planned, as meant:
Commonality,
the funnelled requirement.

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