Together we need a respite from howling

In the inner depths of the train’s night,

Clackety clackety , inside full with feeling

I stir along with the train and thought

She the train better stop thinking violent

Not puffing like her coal-eater ancestor

While mind walks slowly like the blue bird

That went up and down on the telephone wire.

Train-fans stir cold wind and winter air

Shaking shadows of several recently fed men

Bringing out guttural sounds from sleep’s depths.

Dreams spoil their fun through monster bridges

And dark tunnels in the mountain’s wombs.

She writes her history on two parallel lines

In the black parchment all the while erasing it;

I collect exquisite shadows of the night’s silence.