Carnivor

We file like ants
into the tunnels
of the underworld
We push into
its orifices
like beans
cramming into
the mouth
of a starving child
We feed the belly
of the city with
constant movement
Electric exhaust
and oily railings
sticky with dirt
and microscopic bits
of dead human flesh
A slight of hand
empties pockets
A pen inscribes
its master's name
An old man gingerly
takes an offered seat
An alarm sounds
and like a tasty morsel
they are gulped down
into the bellows of the city.