A Dump Fulla Bums

A system of successive
waiting cells
underground
where we stand and breath
recycled air

That shoots through
a wormhole
in the time of your life
spent drunk
on transport,
puking on mesh seats

While over there
a civilian gets shot
in the cold
sit down
and let the train
take you away

To your cell
in a concrete box
on top of
what was once a hill
once a swamp
now’s a dump
fulla bums
like me and you.

– Michael Veremans

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