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Let us go to the station

to marvel at the marble

sprayed with graffiti.

Let us take a ghost train,

jump cargos to Chicago,

with shiny fin-tailed cars.

Let us forget the needles

on the spent floor, rent

the squatters never paid.

Let us wave to the girl,

blonde, grinning on her Schwinn,

in Wonder Bread Indiana.

Let us place our right hands

on our hearts: the smell of tar

will mock our pledge with drums,

with monkey taps and funk

as metrosexuals

greet us with wilted flowers.

21 July 2017