Oscar Williams

From “Golden Darkness”

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?