I
In the hazy beginnings
And endings
Of days
Run,
Blood in these veins
Driven by beat
Mechanical
And beat divine
Subway wall
And station hall
Prophets change
Salvation
To bread
Their words run
Through me
As the drums
Pump youth
Through tunnels
Dying to be young
Steaming
Steel
Souls and bodies
Minds and wits
And dancing feet
Slipping on tile
Spilling hot and red
To the surface
To sacrifice their heat
To wintry breath
Through the veins
I run
The blood
Through hazy beginnings
And neon endings
Of days
To the place
Where the prophets
Fall silent
And all is flesh
And madness
And time’s jealous eye
And the beat
And the bodies
And the youth
Run steaming
Through gutters
Stopped up with
New-fallen snow
Cigarette butts
Nips and buds
And dancing feet
From the moon
They come
These feet to run
In these veins
And spill in
These streets
Driven, dying
By this beat
Through brilliant frozen
Midnights
Of surrection
Oblivious
To the neon beginnings
And endings
Of days
.
By Jason Anderson