Grinding Wheels on the rail
Static sparking out to the air
Fumes plausing out
Everybody is scared
Hand holding tight
Claws deep in the heart
Almost a wound formed
fear flies through
as babies scream for milk
yet their mothers remain hungry
Since the lead started crossing her paths,
Tears moving, flushing out
As eyes turn
watching the gorge narrowly below:
a bowl of peace served on tray
with buyers willing to pay
scratching, pulling and pushing to reach
clothes tearing per stretch
dignity lost to lust
On the other side is a wall:
Gray and full of lose stones
reader to break over the rail
heartbeats fill the air
cancelling the radio behind
frozen is all who watches both sides
with one hitting the window for an escape
reader to take the leap in the great beyond;
Voices silence those not in unison
Pushing their screams into fear
One ticking a phone for a house
with his shoes covered in plants
Another praying for morality
as absolute truth is thrown into the gorge
A bump over the rail
sends everyone into the air
lifting out the weave that made one look real
lifting up the skirt that hid the scars within-g
revealing the death of the innocent yet to see light
with some falling below,
younglings hitting before all,
onto the flow as others land on them
ignored as greed closes their ears for themselves
And finally off the valley
As the train slows down
Bags moving right to left
Some falling on heads
exposing bacteria to those without a cure
increasing screams as scritches turn out
lies and flies turn to synonyms as the good disappear
chaos over the bend
gravity pulling their bags away
leaving them with nothing but air
And
As the journey comes to an end
With praises from those at the end
the bag owners rush out looking for their lost
leaving behind a trail of forgotten souls
