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A Train in the Desert

A Train in the DesertOut on the nuclear reservationwhere anything was possiblethere’s a train in the desertmy brother told me aboutburied with its ghostsand you can’t handle it with surgical glovesthe way we handle the pastand bring it into the present timehere, where we scare ourselvesinto no action at all.I remember when we took a tourwhen I was a kidbehind the glass aquariumwere rocks and an invisible forcethat could make your skin fall off.I wondered how they could handle toolswith hands that could not feeland appendages that handled stoneupon the moon and crumbledthe delicate bones of the gods.They filled the air with bombers builtin a tenth of the time it should have takenand put a country upon one trackbusied it with tasks unshakenby the hint of any failure or horizononly the horror they were given in piecesby the theatre light, on a reel to reelas the voice on the speaker said“This…is London”

A Train in the Desert

bill bell

Everett, United States

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