Long Train Passing
Fear is the transit of a long train passing,
by a dark...
country...
road.
Window, window, window
after window scanning by like lighted eyes that pan across the night and seep
into one's soul.
Quickly creeping forward
like a slickened silver worm with no concern for points of origin, just destination's toll.
Fear is like the transit
of a long train passing,
by a dark...
country...
road.
Faces blurred and smeared
from deep within the heated stream cry out the questions of my childhood; the engines bloody scream
against the click and clacking madness which attacking every passing second,
ticks and tocks imperative to chase it's railway home.
Down a dark...
country...
road.
