Tunnels Made All Publics Private
D.W. Baker
D.W. Baker
I. Tunnels
We traded all shades of green comfort for life
underground, sequestered from solar wind
in a muted world: hushed breath travels
like brazen footsteps, and the brightest
colors known are derived from blood.
II. Made
Reinforced concrete denotes the power of all
-ocation: resources beyond the control of most.
Municipal structures require geometric precision
and coordination of skilled labor. To dig beyond
the public map requires secrecy or permission.
III. All
All the passageways are thin enough to hold by force
All the air is cycled through a re-enrichment bay
All the locks have finite keys, and every key a hand
All the calories are measured by the solar day
All the human problems traveled with us underground
IV. Publics
The early rush, down and in, welcomed first
from surface life: subway stations, open mines,
anyplace with air for breath. Then it started
dissipating—bloodlung spread through towns outside—
Scattered forces mobilized to shape the new world underground.
V. Private
When every change of scene occurs
in narrow doorways carved from earth,
nothing exists out in the open. There
is only another closed on the other side,
and the intimate knock on the door—
D.W. Baker is a poet and editor from St. Petersburg, Florida. His work appears in Voidspace Zine, Black Glass Pages, Soft Star Magazine, and Modern Haiku, among others, and has been nominated for Best of the Net. He reads for several mastheads including Variant Lit and Libre. See more of his work at www.dwbakerpoetry.com.