SURVIVAL ADVICE

Those who hear my voice
or have eyes
to lean on my shoulder
who live crust by crust
water by water
rumor upon rumor
you hold onto the bridge
by the rails
witnessing the ocean below
keep your passport
in your poetry pocket
clutching for life
your identity also meant
a quick death to the bubbled up
hate- filled generation,
hold on for dear life
whether on wagons,
staying on cattle cars,
living in the snowy camps
of the far country
where poets read
in the underground,
there will be a last train,
grab it.