#1243 - the train

 

1243

28.v.23

4.149

the train

 

here we come

straight lines to meet

 

now bygone

once impossible

 

sucks in the mountain air

cuts time through

 

rattling ballad

still early still late

 

it grazes daylight

here, there on gossip

 

iron is the mountain

laid down

 

it’s as if no one were ever

before on these tracks

 

throw out a flag for the station mistress

give a shout of cheer

 

roll on

and try to think, try to hear

 

a kind of drunken enthusiasm

to stumble on so, carriage to carriage

 

it is a heart roll home

drum flourish, escape

 

through headwoods

and breeze regardless

 

makes its own to go by

little puddle of smog

 

briefly and always

ritual roar of the day of the night

 

through Christmas tree hills

and snow sides

 

through drought

ever thinking it can

 

here’s fresh green of a peeping Spring then

breathy animal passion for far

 

a tearing up, an unzip of the river

no insect can keep up

 

all the voices drowned inside

are nothing to this will