5:18 – The frantic train, All stations from North Melbourne to Craigieburn. Packed to overflowing, Commuters cram, A sea of black Overcoats mingling, Bursting as one; Newspapers jamming As doors slide shut, A zip pulling tight On an overfull seam. 5:21 – This train Does not go all The way to Craigieburn; And so the carriages are Comparatively clear: Here the more Patient ones who Waited three Minutes have more Room to stand, More space to sit, Newspapers out Before black scarves Denoting the Darkness of the season. Puff-faced, one Commuter breathes In pants of deep relief. 5:28 – Another train, The same thick crowd: Those who missed The last two trains, while Schedules tapped Impatient watches. Staring at the tips of feet And the outlines Of their soles Amid the ground, They tap their feet And stand, their shoulders Almost adjoined And hearts held Feet-lengths apart. 5:36 – The express To Moonee Ponds, it glides And waits, busy As it is, for neither Man nor woman, child. Eyes averted, no-one sees The man who boards And leaves each train, Every station, Hands and feet Scarred in just The tell-tale shape Of crucifixion nails.