The train's pulled in
As the busiest train at the emptiest platform.
There's so many of them, most have to stand,
Although they can't stand the sight or smell of eachother.
It stops.
Standing patiently, the doors should open now.

I'm only waiting for the train behind me.

But I hear a pounding.
The doors aren't parting.  
Faces in the glass
Wanting to get past.
My hands are getting cold, as I watch
Intrigued.

Another train is coming, but its on the other line,
They have time.

There's no apology from the conductors.

Such a busy train full of faces.

And the pounding starts again,
A kicking to get free,
And now I've seen
The other train has moved;
It's on its way - it's going to collide!
And it's not trying to stop!

They don't know yet.  I stand hesitant before
The added pounding pushes my purpose.
I press the button - nothing.  It's not even lit -
Too easy.  I look inside
And now they know.
Not just the door,
Pounding starts to shake the windows.
I grab the seal of the door with both hands
And pull.

I'm not strong enough!

Such a busy train full of pleading faces.
Stop screaming, I'm trying my best!
I start to tear the fingernails of my right hand,
It hurts but I can't care for that.
Kicking, pounding thumping.
There's no apology from the conductors.
I hear glass splinter,
The door's glass is cracked.
Blood runs into the stressing lines,
But they keep pounding too hard.

So many desperate faces.
Please!
It smashes - glass stings my face and hair
And with the rush, a crescendo of screaming faces.
A hand has grabbed my collar,
It hurts,
I don't know if the blood is from his wrist or my cheek.
It's almost here,
Blowing its horn like an elephant being crushed.
Let me go!
I can't fight it,
I'm not strong enough!
Such a busy train,
A million, desperate, pleading, crying faces.
Please!
There's no apology from the conductors.
It's going to take you with it,
Don't take me with you!