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ingester, absorber of hordes,
Spewing forth the hurried, harried,
Propelling them into minuscule, finite orbits,
To be received, embraced, by waiting strangers.
Prodder of pulse, adrenalin inducer,
Birthplace of deafening, earsplitting sound,
And fossil fuel smells that foul the air,
Clinging like a magnet.
Infants asleep, casually slung over shoulders,
Backpacks perched precariously,
Attaché cases, shiny black wingtips, ten-gallon hats,
Muslims praying in white robes knelling,
Mustached middle-eastern minions milling amid
the mass,
Bearded, skull-capped old men,
Wary searchers, watching, scanning.
What draws these throngs of optimists,
Who, strapped inside cigar-like structures,
Eating, Drinking but not smoking,
Await arrival patiently, silently, reading a magazine.
Then possessions claimed,
Slip silently, into fresh surroundings.
Pumping chambers, jet propelled,
Millions daily achieve transfusion,
The lifeblood of our times.
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