Modern Romanticism

Wake up, and breathe
Vessels for their blood
For there is one through your nostril,
Five for one hand,
Five for one foot,
Though you cling to life by a hand against the air,
A foot upon a wall,
As you breathe in the stench of the rushing iron
While the train moves you
To the other end of the Earth.

You're at least a human to me,
A beating heart,
Pumping blood,
Washed flood
That soothes your eyes, instead of tears.

We are bonded,
From human to human,
For what matters
Is the life spawned into creation,
As I will not let it fall from where it rose.

I cling to the other hand,
Match my foot against your free one.
We are not the same size,
Though weep the same cries.

You stare at the sky,
While I kiss your quivering cheek
Blossoming so meek
With breathless relief.