Waiting for the train

 They were on corridor street
not far from apocalypse city
pregnant and smiling the girls sat patiently

where a man stubbornly and awkwardly sets himself toward the object
Two young women waiting for the train welcome a rare fate
A future starts to form inside 

The chaos of needs confuses and pits on against the other
Their burdens own their voices
Sympathy and carnal urges push and pull these empty men

Certain expectations veil reality
it's thoroughly crushing impact
A few inches above the womb