7.5 Minutes of Dark

Attribution: WhatleyDude: https://www.flickr.com/photos/whatleydude/12768003084/

Packed in tight
Faces knit with early morning woes
Others enraptured by tabloid poetry 
A select few in broadsheet prose 
 

As we descend in to our 7.5 minutes of black 
Between walls never seen 
Staring dully back 
At commuting communities 
 

Whose names not even they know 
Track lights flicker 
Shuttled forward in to their days 
Disgorged into the light unchanged 
Wishing they had arrived quicker