In winter
Cave dragons’ cold breaths
The sliding serpents’ squeal
With open mouths welcoming

Carriage cars cradle
Quiet commuters
Go gently gliding
Songs and stories surround

Bodies passing brusquely
Eyes revealing nothing seen
In one shell into another husk
Awash in this subroutine

A system of total trust
The riders’ code of honor
Amused or brought to tears
Beside peculiar hygiene

Eyes to our hands
Minds sucked into control
Among the constant closeness
We’re broadcasting loneliness

In summer
The hot gullet stifles
Sun-dried poisoning
For the foreign tongues

Partiers’ shoutings
Outmatched by bitter drunks
Cornered and trapped
We all ride or fight

Power-starved operators
Buried from the sunlight
Time is the ruling order
For flow of the swarm

Encircle the city
Coil among recoiling disdain
The art of people-moving
Isn’t lost on the germane