“The words of the prophets
Are written on the subway walls”

Jacob emerges from 42nd Street
Leaving behind on its tiled canvas,

Oppression can only survive through silence

While waiting for the 4 Train at 86th Street
Abraham exhausts his spray can with the word,

Empty!

Job leans heavy on a wall at 125th Street
Suffering the writing of

Question everything

Jesus steps off this station sometime later
He pulls a fat permanent marker from his pocket
And writes below,

WHY?