The Devil's Train

The lip of childhood was bloodied. when the CSX ran over my puppy. For years I fired rocks at the freight cars. Trains were supposed to be your second-best friend. Not a killer of soft things that wag their tails. lick your face when you come home from hell Sweet things that never have an off mood or care that you're a slow learner. Tossed to the backwaters of grade school. Childhood was cut in half by CSX railroad. .. why couldn't the train have swerved around my puppy and hit that pervert 5th grade teacher instead but then again trains don't swerve or lick your face they just plow straight into the pillow of childhood then blast the devil's conch in celebration