Underground

The concrete sits above and below
there is nowhere to go
buried beneath this pavement and dirt.
Who are you? Who are you?
Where are you going?
But there is only silence
until until until
There. A light at the end of the tunnel.
Its coming. What we wait for,
here, underground, in dank concrete rooms,
where the lighted world is no more
all we want is the train, here, below the floor.