The subway is lit like a great cathedral,
And myriad shadows whisper and float.
But the eyes of darkness are filled with fury,
And a scream of steel is in the wind’s throat.
The trains are moving like things of madness,
And the eyes of men have a glassy stare.
Where is the music of holiness?
And where the uplifted face of a prayer?
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