whistles past hacked-down fields of corn, <br />heading towards a boy who whittles <br />an effigy of himself. We go on sleeping <br />through sirens and crimson strobes <br />flashing on remains no one can identify <br />till we line up at dawn to see who's <br />missing. At the zoo this morning, a girl <br />found half-devoured in a moat, two lions <br />licking their chops, Little Rock, Arkansas <br />the only proof left on her body to show <br />how far she was from home, a tattered copy <br />of The Odyssey later found in her purse. <br />Did she love her life? We warn our children <br />not to lay their ears down on the tracks <br />in wintertime, knowing how it's not <br />always best to know what's coming our way.<br /><br />Timothy Liu<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-evening-train/
