Taki 183
      

       I heard,
       Taki 183,
       they take old subway cars
       by barge out to sea
       and dump each 
       silver carcass,
       the eviscerated seats,
       knife-etched skin,
       the whole tattooed beast,
       yeah, all that graffiti,
       Taki 183.

       Just like that,
       they dump it
       into the sea.

       So now,
       blue gill,
       carp,
       lost jelly fish too,
       travel the IRT,
       pause to ponder
       that name
       so familiar to me
       and wonder,
       in their fishy way,

       what the hell is
       Taki 183?
       
       
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