The Building At the End
The silvery metal lines
snake around the bend
into the building
waiting at the end
The gravel shivers
as the huge train passes
bound to the rails,
whilst divided into classes
Yet all move to the same place,
there is no about-turn
in this directed race.
There is no freedom to turn,
left or right,
as to the rails are bound,
even if massive and mighty – what a sight!
As to the rails are bound
- this train
that moves on the rails
towards the building
waiting at the end.
Copyright © Daniel Human | Year Posted 2014
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