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)

War and Death, A Death Train
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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