Control of Our Feet in Darkness
Moonlight softened the angry lines
Of the railway whose unspent malice
Dipped in illusory abeyance
Lay concealed from the unwary
smirk of the Shunting-master.
You wait for ages then three arrive -
Umbrage dawns on the sober platform
Territory is marked in one swift stride
This seat you say, is naught but mine
And shall, by heaven, remain so
Creaking carriages filled with gloom
travel through the early moonlight
Rocking side to side all night
With a destination that is unknown
Uncontrollable as it seems, Somehow you will find the means.
Shuffling past the dour inspectors
I hear a voice unknown to me
"All Change". And decay? In all I see?
The cold graves, too, know of decay, of darkness
A terminus after the Long Drag.
Fierce wind blows in my face
Sucking the breath from my gut
I know this isn't the place for me
I should have boarded at platform three
No possible return till Tuesday
| Contributors: | Suzanne, P, Roland, Grayman, dkb, P. Hilario, keith c, Beefy, Renee Harris, J. Leake, Craig Corbett, H. Chandler, melissa iacovacci, E Greejius, Nancy Sabatelli, K. Haffner, Karen Hawkins, Tiffany Bacote. |
| Poem finished: | 7th February 2003. |