That Gleaming Rail
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pot bellied boasting navels
shiny round ball bearing stomachs
haloing out of diesel grime
over alls and silver buttoned railway
insignias
these long waxed pig curled mustache workmen
rotated their lives between shifts of day and night
with metal lunch boxes and coffee tin flasks
strolling main road home or to that gleaming rail
that provided a town’s livelihood
my grandfather worked that rail and my father too
providing me with the means
to take that broke back-heart break scenic route
out of town for good and forgetting
until now
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coming back everything changed
and the fat men were now old and wiry
sitting on subsidized railway porches
looking on main road maybe thinking rail
going to that station I found it desolated
and the once shimmering humming rail
all rusted up and silent
I touched it and imagined the once proud spirit of it
corroding away as the blue collar folks on the porch
Copyright © Martin Lochner | Year Posted 2015
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