Deep under the catacombs
Of train and subway tunnels
That run the span of the city
Eighty times and back again
And seven stories deep.
Dark, damp and abandoned
Live a people
Derelict, dirty and isolated.
Self-exiled from the dangers above
Ranks in the thousands
Mole people
Never counted
Never count
Ask and they don’t exist
Least fear creeps above
Glowing eyes under trains.
What if that were
you?
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