On the Train Today [a poem]

A human being died on our train today.
 “We have hit a person,” said the voice over the speaker.
 We tried to crane our necks around to see something,
 But all we saw were the tracks
 And the policemen
 And the emptiness.
 “I’m afraid we have hit a person,” they said.
 And made us wait while they picked up the evidence.
 “Please accept our apology.”
 Some people were upset.
 I just wanted my free bottle of water and to know when I could get back my
 Busy, important life.

Lydia Cockerham is a writer. She makes a living writing content for businesses, and doesn’t make a living writing fiction, poetry or pop culture criticism.

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