Waiting For The Train
Roy Lazarus
28 August 2009, 04:13Life was a stretch of rails between
Two long deserted towns, and love
The train that never ran on it.
Torturous and wildly diverging
On which the night shone down
In some grotesque triumphant glee
At the all pervasive absence.
Sometimes the laughter of remote
Travellers lifted this drab heaviness,
And we flowed for a while along with it –
A continent of forsaken towns
Buoyed up by an invisible lightness,
Sharing the gleam, the grief.
But even the idea of the transient
Is transient, and soon it congealed
Into something dense and utterly empty.
And finding ourselves running beside
Ourselves, we lay on the tracks,
Hoping that a train might come
And smash into us, dispersing
This sphere of gloomy vacuum –
But alas, no such train ever came.
Nice one…. we’re alive.. be in touch immediately.. it’s urgent.
— Ananya Roy · Sep 21, 20:35 · #