Move On Down The Bus Poem by Mary Champion

For anyone who has ever been on an overcrowded bus

Move on down the bus,
make like you're sardines.
Obey - don't make a fuss,
no room for space between
each passenger inside
this public transport truss -
breath in and grow less wide.
Please move on down the bus.

When you have been compressed
like sardines in a tin,
You're going to be impressed
to be so wondrous thin.
Pull tight the tourniquet
that binds you everyone.
Is there a better way
to get to know someone?

Move on down the bus.
Stop moaning at the back,
absorb each other's mass
ignore the bones that crack.
You must get closer still
and understand the goal,
I won't be happy ‘til
you are forming a black hole.