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COUNTRY TRAIN
A reflective night sky
A universe of glass and raindrops
Squashed luggage, drab travel rugs
Muggy slumber from sticky steam engine mouths
Discordant snores in an echoing cradle
And pattering stars ...
Thundering winds lash valleys
Splashes of damp cold wood
Dark deranged smiles
Of a weeping oil refinery
Through creeping mists, and fast moving smoke
As it hurtles to sea, steel work tears
Past the sweaty chill of a brickwork chimney
Luggage racks croak, bulk woollen coats
Conversation, warm and frothing
Burnt coffee, cherished child
Whose indignant brown eyes
Lay buried on an egg gas sandwhich
Squashed in wholegrain bread. |
