Commuter Zombie Poem by Roger Hudson

Lolling in seats
Book newspaper unseen
Standing jammed tight
Hand grasping unfelt support
Eyes shut
Face relaxed
In sleep

The zombies of
the 7.18
the 7.53
the 8.32

Sway with the motion

Completing their night's sleep

Interrupted only
By the sleepwalk of
Showering
Dressing
Breakfasting
Walking or driving to the station

To resume slumber
In the comfort or discomfort
Of the crowded train

And emerge

Functional if not bright-eyed
As they pour down station steps
To office shop factory
In the daytime city