Last Train To Nowhere
Clickety-clack! sang the wheels on the track
slowing into a dead end shunting yard;
crawling aboard as the baggage gets stored
amidst groans from the red-faced station guard.
Scored by the nasal growl of the tannoy,
indecipherable instructions relayed to the blind;
framed by diesel fumes, tears gently dripping
into the void with clatter and whistle fading behind.
Echo and boom, career and carom
about the cortical fast track;
off steel and cement howls a chilling lament
for those leaving home to never come back.
Upon this evil stretch of line all is wrong and amiss,
the wrong type of leaves, the wrong type of snow,
wrong sense of direction, wrong love, wrong kiss,
wrong reasons to stay, no reason not to go.
Cursing this place, the look on her face
reduced life to perpetual travel;
alone in a carriage the dark side of marriage
made love's fragile tapestry slowly unravel
right to the end of the line...
Copyright © Tony Bush | Year Posted 2005
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