Travilion Station
A riderless mount tripped along the ties
and disappeared into the haze of gun and blaze.
Bloody ghosts drifted unseen
swallowed by the dirty dusk and
speared by silhouettes of rails that
lay torn and tossed and lost.
The brazen chest thumping of victory echoed
as it was measured against the cost.
Then, a new century, a new station
on the ashes of the old,
another silhouette against the
unforgiving dusk where
mothers sent children to wars.
War much farther away.
They waited then until they,
like Travilion Station, were
once again gone..
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