Saturday, January 23, 2016

The Train Took Him Away

An operatic plunge
before a fast-moving train
on a slow-moving Sunday
a week before
our first real snowfall.

Everything fades
He will only remember
the screeching and shrilling
of steel wheels on steel track
the squealing of
brakes like five hundred
half-strangled piglets.

The hum of the third rail
has its own siren song
should one choose to listen.

Child-like hopes
weaved by child-like adults
in summer camp bracelets.

Fifteen, fit, freckled
and fast.

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