Eyes then blink
Seated down,
rows upon rows,
in furious opposition
What took the blink
Only after
Only because
Voices shouted
down from rooftops
in the night
Not even
blinking stopped
Thin cords
of tight Japanese
knots
Childhood dream
coughing, expensive
It was not even
then
Texting perhaps,
cowardly and
insufficient
Perhaps ultimately
killed by a train.