The Train

This is the
End of the line where the
Buffers clang and
The steam is running
Low, with lack of
Fuel in furnace and the
Wheels unturning.  This
Is the railway line, the
Twin steel runnels
Taking me to
Stasis and
A sigh.  My
Water has run dry and I must
Refill its emptiness, re
Stoke the boiler and shift
Into reverse, geared
For a new line.  Here
I am shunted still
And must wait until
I am no longer ill.

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