Sandi Rigby Winter Trees

Death Train

part of: Postcards to the World

by Celeste Roth

Death is in sight now
coming up on me faster
i feel rushed.
It had been distant
but now I can hear its whistle getting louder
I can feel the vibrations of the approach
Taste it in the air
I can see it coming
And I am surely tied to the tracks
by my very humanity