The Night TrainA Poem by Fish
Active on the rails,
speeding along, swishing back and forth as the body emanates a glow and a shutter. A deep hum bouncing off the barriers, passer-bys hunch over as their long hair is thrust across their pale faces, but they do not move. They do not move so they may later say that they stood near as the Night Train went by. The black train that's not really there with the glowing bodies showing through the window, it clicks along the tracks as it makes its way to nowhere. The train will never stop for the passer-bys, and will only be seen for a minute, but the crowds still gather and stand in wait, simply so they may say that they were near as the Night Train went by.
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Added on April 5, 2013Last Updated on April 5, 2013 Author
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