Subway to St. Paul's

he strums his pipe organ
head down
determined to dine
on more than
poetic icons
on walls reverberating
emo trumpet dirge like
an army of souls of
chiorboys
reverberating off St. Paul's
walls
each voice singing:

"soon, soon i will climb
from this blackened earth
into the diffident light."

meanwhile
street-bard
calls me "blackbird...
singing in the dead of night..."