A Purgatory of Trains
Sarah McLaughlin ’23
You are Plato, turned to heaven’s forms,
I am Aristotle, here on Earth.
You are Dante, looking up beyond the wall of rock,
I am Virgil, eyes upon the ground, my own consultant.
But are you really the sturdy tower, unshakeable?
What secures your soul in stringent grip? What holds mine?
You don’t make me neglect the passage of time
But make me all too cognizant.