Rejected Civility

When you come off of the subway
off of the tube
Do you wish for a natural disaster?
Something to break through?

For ears that hear engines grinding and buzzing,
never branches, never bees.
For skin that feels metal gripping, rubber turning,
never treebark, never seas.

Begone, you heathen senses! You do not know your Maker!
We may yet return to our mother's bosom.
Else clouds shall whip and wail
And break through the skyscraping prison bars
to finally touch our longlost faces.

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We call it "shelter" where we live, and "fast" how we get there.
Was the earth ever so inhospitable as all that?
The wild is not so savage as we would like to think,
Unless it be from rejected civility:
Going in the back door to rob the house
which we may have lived in.