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- Story Listed as: True Life For Adults
- Theme: Inspirational
- Subject: Inspirational / Uplifting
- Published: 04/11/2015
The Joys of Singing on Subways
Born 1945, M, from Rego Park, NY 11374, United StatesMy song bellows through smokey caverns,
writhing under the city streets.
It blends into the clatter and roar of the caterpillar monsters,
who gather their folds and barrel through inky tunnels;
is swept on their hot exhaust
and carried upward with the litter
to bounce off grimy walls--
those same walls I stared at in childhood.
My song sings of a body
battered and bounced by dense tons of steel;
a body squeezed between fleshy contours,
jabbed by bones;
of nostrils stung by stench.
My song cries with the squealing of brakes;
the wailing of long forgotten vaults,
the lost of nine decades.
Its rhythm is the rhythm of the monster;
pulse and pace...rising and falling
as shackles that bind me to the city.
My hope: my God also dips into this squalor
and spirits my sounds
through the concrete roof---to the skies.
The Joys of Singing on Subways(Godfrey Green)
My song bellows through smokey caverns,
writhing under the city streets.
It blends into the clatter and roar of the caterpillar monsters,
who gather their folds and barrel through inky tunnels;
is swept on their hot exhaust
and carried upward with the litter
to bounce off grimy walls--
those same walls I stared at in childhood.
My song sings of a body
battered and bounced by dense tons of steel;
a body squeezed between fleshy contours,
jabbed by bones;
of nostrils stung by stench.
My song cries with the squealing of brakes;
the wailing of long forgotten vaults,
the lost of nine decades.
Its rhythm is the rhythm of the monster;
pulse and pace...rising and falling
as shackles that bind me to the city.
My hope: my God also dips into this squalor
and spirits my sounds
through the concrete roof---to the skies.
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