Steam of people

The train now comes chugging in ,
Accompanied by steam of people
In repetitive bests,the newspapers
Crackling on their trousered laps
With old news of who dies where.
A suicide collects bored crowds
At the edge of a platform framed
By the disinterested winter sky.
We wait for ennui to die of itself.

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