By David Jordan
The carriage rocks you into a semi trance.
Everywhere you look there is a reflected countenance.
Across the aisle a mother and child
Play pen and paper games
With subdued voices.
A man drinks beer from a can stoically.
Strangers exchange non-committal words
Then the darkness descends outside,
Bringing with it a feeling of dislocation
But also solidarity
As we are visited by the ghost, Society.
When we arrive our brief companionship
Is broken up with polite smiles and
Society disappears once it has done its task:
To keep the darkness out,
Defeat the monster in the glass.