I’VE BEEN WORKING ON THE RAILWAYS

 

I want to see you here.

I want to hear you there.

But I won’t give a hoot

if you don’t get a hoot

from the train as it cumbersomely

grewls through the reek and smog

of the trackman’s lot to the fixer

called the Web of Light on the deck

of sands called the writer and his task.

 

It will be then and not

the one who is and the one

who isn’t.  But there we be

the wronged and the writer,

the wrecked and the rumbled.

For the work has not been done

‘til the went-for-it have been told to

stop.

For it is about time

they all see to it that there is

a wrong-ford time and a right-time

of blessings and curdling speed

about the reckless endeavour

called the track

replacement span.

COPYRIGHT BRUCE E SAUNDERS 2017

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