YOUR DAYS ARE NUMBERED; YOU ARE WEIGHED AND FOUND WANTING; YOUR KINGDOM WILL BE DIVIDED AND SURRENDERED TO THE PERSIANS
It’s one year later, but the same old subway station
Stairs I step down — tread-worn, steep, and gritty.
One weight they’ve yet to bear: the fruits of renovation
Long-promised but forgotten by the city
(It would seem). They lead one down where walls
Are filmed with ageless grime and looking only slightly
Better written on than bathroom stalls.
Still, I have seen construction sites far more unsightly.
Nothing to read but bygone Outbounds ghosting through
The years, and faded taggers’ signature
Graffiti (what else can a subway Daniel do?).
Then . …