Last Days Along the Brooklyn El As the life is bled from me the girl in the red apron makes change The old man tightens his grip around blue paper window shades the soldiers die in these same cities, as the old ladies pee, I am sure I know death and don't want to die in its grip, falling between holes, dizzy from too high a platform, the black pavement below, the roar of the train entering the station and at rest and in silence in aisle four steel hammers $9.95 © Gary Sokolow Gary sokolow has an aging MFA (Brooklyn College), edited the literary journal while in the program, work nowhere near the arts these days, and was last published about a year back in Chantarelle's Notebook.