Trainhopping


Behold these stars

Scars masked by clouds

Feet trembling in gravel

Rusting bars hold moving cars

Along which I must travel

 

The dark-cast churning sky cries over me

Diamonds hurled in hanging light

Slating my skin

Water glistens

My grip becomes my plight

 

My station of unknowing

To which station are we going?

 

Staged upon precarious steel

Reverberate each clacking wheel

Aware that I’m asleep in bed

Wailing trains athwart my head

 

My station of unknowing

To which station am I going?

Listen to the Song

Whiston & Warmack