Waiting at a StationA Poem by Devons
Imagine yourself meat shoved into an oven
Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens Mutual suffocation from human gasses Bright copper kettles and warm woollen mittens Body heat raging from ten-to-the-dozen Brown paper packages tied-up with string And two-per-square-foot of us are heaps of molasses These are a few of my favourite things Waiting at a station; a platform and a sign A cattle truck of luggage and carcasses Gasping for air and begging for water A soldier came by and offered to trade He took money and jewels - mother's diamond ring These were nothing to throats as dry as a blade And desiccated lives that were deaths to be made He pocketed our payment and moved off down the track "Yes, yes! I'll bring you water," he jovially said But he never came back Girls in white dresses with blue satin sashes You could never tell children who just want to play Snowflakes that stay on my nose and eyelashes The past is the past and has nothing to say Silver white winters that melt into springs I'll journey with the future, but never by train These are a few of my favourite things And I'll live for the present, for it never comes again
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StatsAuthorDevonsSouth West, United KingdomAboutWE BREAK ACROSS THESE TRAM LINES I DRAW by Haz I draw them with lines of reflections through their steps enough space between them for your space.. more..Writing
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