Guest poem sent in by Vikram Doctor
(Poem #304) The Subway Piranhas
Did anyone tell you that in each subway train there is one special seat with a small hole in it and underneath the seat is a tank of piranha-fish which have not been fed for quite some time. The fish become quite agitated by the shoogling of the train and jump up through the seat. The resulting skeletons of unlucky passengers turn an honest penny for the transport executive, hanging far and wide in medical schools.
Some years ago, Edwin Morgan was commissioned by the Scottish Arts Council to write a series of poems for the inauguration of Glasgow's refurbished Underground system. He sent this sample, which sent such alarm through the Strathclyde transport executive that they decided against using the poems. from Poems On The Underground Even London Underground didn't dare to use the poem - its only given in the anthology's notes. I was reminded of it both by the Morgan poem you gave, and by a trip last week to Calcutta. Passing the entrances to the Calcutta Metro, I couldn't help remembering that Calcutta is also the centre of India's thriving human skeleton export trade... Vikram