the last train to the stars <br />would leave on time <br /> <br />now a straggling wind <br />that blows along the line <br />banks shadows up against a wall <br />and there they terminally rise and fall <br /> <br />they tangle with the echoings of footsteps <br />breaking out of ground <br />and the station clockwhite face <br />astounded at it all <br /> <br />soon we'll hear the pistons race <br />somewhere the engine sigh <br /> in corridors uncertain <br />just watching space drift by<br /><br />Stephen Brian Brady<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-last-train-3/
