Mass Transit

Burrowing a twisted line out of the city’s
consciousness
Tangled, warped, swaying from fro to to
Sidewalks illuminating our flanks
We are the vehicles of progress

Snaking through the underbelly of peace
and democracy
Twirled, slinky, stretched and contracted
A 1000 strong redefinition of army
Canadian forces of peace

Halting gas gugglers and their puppets
and people
squirming, weaving, squiggling downtown
Signs above, signs abroad
Yes, there’s a signal there

Rallying without convoluted ideologies
or “ethics”
systemic, slithering, skipping past restrictions
Traffic lights mean little to me
Amber and orange do not stop a mass transit.