The Train Song
words found in the rhythm
The rush of the speed, the gallop.
She sees smudged greens, ash and watery blue -
Needle-poked points pinning wire along the rails -
smoothing the surge forwards to the pasts’ entrails…
A diagonal line from the brick of her youngers
to the heart of her elders.
An ancient Lay, damp steaming beds –
interiors — the sweat backs of bulls…
Two Ventricles — both alike in look.
From Chest to Cam, hardly skipping a beat –
Three fifths of she, coddled meat
bisected by memory — cut in two,
in a seat, on a train — choofety-choo.
A woman with a Velcro viewer, catching dust of a long ago passed…
A train surging forwards — the speed of the rush -
With lidded coffee — padded hush…
She, seventeen — this same train — carrying her to a possible future, again.
Then, gauche, accepting, she went to the Ball –
Blagged camel trips to the Sahara — thought she knew it all…
