1. 

   I love the sun 
   I have not seen. 
   As no sun comes 
   I love by rote. 

   2. 

   Below the stampede of civilization 
   I wake. 

   In caverns of iron tracks, miles of pipes, 
   stagnant moisture feeding tunnel rats, 
   flying sparks, echoing thunder 
   I sleep. 

   Below the screams of hustlers 
   I dream. 

   We all do. 

   3. 

   I last saw mother at first light 
   just the hairy passage from herself, 
   the flesh of her womb already 
   turning cold. But I remember, 
   like death, I do. 

   4. 

   The manhole cover shuts to black, 
   the signal light reflects on engine grease 
   of the passing training howling 
   like a city of people buried alive 
   and here I live.