Two women in transit

One, dangling herself on the strap
Amidst the jostling crowd read
Umberto Eco with fierce concentration.
The other, sitting comfortably
On the window seat leafed
Through ‘The Power of
Your Subconscious Mind’,
Often yawning.

Claustrophobia

Just when he was about
To be lowered to the grave,
The dead man stood up
Causing the small gathering
To flutter.

Glaring at the pale faces
He screamed before falling
Down on his face; ' make a pyre
And set me on fire. Don't you know
That I am claustrophobic?'