The Calling Train

The warbles of Rapture reverberate at the edges of me and of you Mixing, melding, and compounding the essential with the abused While truly losing what differs and brightens the things that make move Blackened, bloated corpses stood on foot like clustered trees in copses Arms that dangle, Holding rotten fruit With visions of ravens and vultures Pecking Pecking Pecking Pecking to allow the sweet release That sweet and welcomed black