A Death Train

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(This takes you back to World War One

when the black plague entered the

country killing more men then war)


The railroad has taken those

from crowded streets, away

from blood drying – closer, to

yellow roses in a cluttered

field of holes in earth without

marble.

The railroad, has taken those

from crowded streets crossing empty

land passing bare stalks where corn

once grew – crossing

towns and cities without light.

The railroad once served crowds

spending high above their means,

and now dark corners in life –

night – all are the same.

Breathing not,

one on top of one,

a petticoat of lace –

one on top of one

carried home to a hollow

grave.

Laughter had filled midnight air

no one cared where you lived or

the color of your skin.  Alive –

Freedom – home again.

On crowded streets at midnight

voices cheered, and glasses touched,

smoke crossed in front of eyes, music

played –  at each and every table –

red wine flowed:  Then blood is viewed

on tender pink lips.

Voices once not long ago a sound of

hope – but merely a taste of tomorrow’s

dawn.

Railroad cars crowded with

bodies, one on top of one –

their last ride – to a simple place

of dirt and stone.

And, the war was over – but

a battle had begun, found freedom

first – then died –

one after one

soldiers who expected life

to return – back home – instead

safe soil carried death

one after one

after

World War I.

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