Untitled Poem by Hubert J. Humperdink

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There are wild African spirits in the subway stations
Like the pounding of feet against the soles of shoes
And the rythmic madness of angry drums
Wait a minute!
There's something comin!
Sounds like trumpets! Thunder!
Metallic and woven, it sounds
like death
I'm only one stop away
as I rumble and groan with
disinterest.

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