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THE TRAIN

ONE DAY I WAS IN A HURRY,
MY MIND CARRIED A HEAVY LOAD,
WHEN I CAME UPON A SLOW MOVING TRAIN,
ON A TRACK ACROSS MY ROAD.

AND AS I SAT THERE WAITING,
TILL THE TRAIN WAS GONE AT LAST,
I LOOKED DOWN AT MY WRIST WATCH,
AND FOUND FIVE MINUTES HAD PASSED.

I CURSED BOTH GOD AND FATE,
AS I HURRIED ON MY WAY,
TILL I CAME UPON A SCENE,
THAT HAUNTS ME TO THIS DAY.

A HEAP OF TWISTED METAL,
NO LIVING SOUL TO BE FOUND,
AROUND ONE CAR THE BROKEN GLASS,
OF BEER BOTTLES LINED THE GROUND.

ON MY CELL I CALLED THE AUTHORITIES,
SPOKE IN VOICE BOTH SHOCKED AND GRAVE,
THEN APPROACHED THE TWISTED WRECKAGE,
TO SEE IF ANY I COULD SAVE.

ONE CAR HELD THE BODIES,
OF A BOY AND GIRL IN THEIR LATE TEENS,
WHO HAD PROBABLY BEEN OUT DRIVING,
AFTER CRUISING THE PARTY SCENES.

THE OTHER CAR HELD A COUPLE,
IN THE MIDDLE OF THEIR LIFE,
THEIR SOULS NO LONGER EARTH BOUND,
NEITHER THE HUSBAND NOR THE WIFE.

AND AS I TURNED TO WALK AWAY,
I HEARD SOME MOURNFUL CRIES,
I LOOKED INTO THE BACK SEAT,
AND THERE TO MY SURPRISE,

LAY A VERY TINY BABY,
MAYBE THREE MONTHS OLD,
REACHING IT’S TINY ARMS OUT,
THAT SOMEONE MIGHT CRADLE AND HOLD.

I REACHED IN AND TOOK THAT PRECIOUS SOUL,
AND HELD IT TO MY HEART,
AND AS I HELD THAT TINY LIFE,
‘TWAS THEN THE TEARS DID START.

AND THEN CAME THE AUTHORITIES,
WITH SIRENS BLARING LOUD,
WHERE DEADLY SILENCE ONCE HAD REIGNED,
I STOOD NOW OUTSIDE A CROWD.

THEY TOOK THE BABE AWAY FROM ME,
AND LEFT ME TO STAND THERE ALL ALONE,
JUST STARING AT THAT WRECKAGE,
MY HEART WEIGHING LIKE A STONE.

AND STANDING THERE SUDDENLY INTO MY MIND,
CAME A THOUGHT, BOTH STARTLING AND PLAIN,
THE VICTIM HERE COULD WELL HAVE BEEN ME,
IF IT HAD NOT BEEN FOR THAT TRAIN.

copyright: marantha jenelle, 2009

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