Train
Train
I pulled my bike up close to tracks
bells started clanging
fiery red eyes started blaring and flashing
as an arm came slowley down
the sound
the sound came alive and thundered all around
until the engines momentums pierced my soul
solid steel whispered by and by and by
hair waving in the breeze
I wondered if the angels and devils inside
caught a glimplse of what it feels like
to be breathing, heart beating and enfleshed
with eyes open wide
my God how good it feels
to be alive
Copyright © Mark Beal | Year Posted 2008
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