pitch dark, not a single star, the train moves
swiftly on shiny rails, overwhelmed,
it has never been so crowded before, squeezed
among a dozen people on the bare floor
all the cars, body odor, passengers,
between two rows of seats
in a forest of human legs, my knees
entwined, no water, no food,
can't move, can't sleep.
touching my chest like an unborn baby
curved inside a mother's womb.
soon we will all be washed clean
by the waters of the Ganges.