Riding the Green Line
(In the Cat’s Eye, 2009) is
about the traps we set for ourselves. We are all travelers on this earth but it
is easy to get devoured by the beasts among us.
The Green Line is the snake that searches us out and then
swallows us as we strap ourselves in to our choices.
We live within the beast and become a part of it, traveling
through life’s stations and wondering each year how we got older.
It is the place where we hide, wrapped in protective
coverings, and look inward in the reflections from its windows to see ourselves
gradually disappear.
Glenn K. Currie
Riding the Green Line
The Green Line
rattled,
A snake winding through the jungle.
Riders lurched,
trapped
In the belly of the
beast.
Dry sparks filled the
air,
Arcing through the
darkness.
Saliva spit
From the serpents
mouth.
Travelers, strapped
to knapsacks,
Or wrapped in
newspapers,
Huddled within
themselves,
Listening to metallic
screams.
Grit-filled eyes of
the beast
Winked at caution
lights
And stained station
signs
Pinned to cavern
walls.
It stopped to search
for victims,
Then dove back into
its cave,
A black hole turning
light inward,
A mirror for the
souls.
Riders stared at
themselves
In the yellow glow,
Slowly disappearing,
Devoured by the Green
Line.
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