Derailed, and the bridge folds inwards, it came to bury the
moonlight, all sound cuts out. A hundred tons of dust
from beasts of metal tear the summer river dusk to
silence, the moment after the coals met the tributary.
When the flickering dome of heaven collapsed to marry
itself to the earth, to the river bed, to the parking lot,
the bridge, a frail arabesque, snapped like a gunshot in the
silence, the moment after the coals met the tributary.
What strange coincidence, come to pass, come to carry
away long childhood afternoons; her and her final hours.
Whose plans were these, man-made towers that break in
silence, the moment after the coals met the tributary?
Derailed, the bridge folds inwards, it came to bury itself in the
silence of its own weight, as the coals meet the tributary.
Aug 23, 2012
Aug 23, 2012 at 10:53 PM UTC
Derailed, and the bridge folds inwards, it came to bury the
moonlight, all sound cuts out. A hundred tons of dust
from beasts of metal tear the summer river dusk to
silence, the moment after the coals met the tributary.
When the flickering dome of heaven collapsed to marry
itself to the earth, to the river bed, to the parking lot,
the bridge, a frail arabesque, snapped like a gunshot in the
silence, the moment after the coals met the tributary.
What strange coincidence, come to pass, come to carry
away long childhood afternoons; her and her final hours.
Whose plans were these, man-made towers that break in
silence, the moment after the coals met the tributary?
Derailed, the bridge folds inwards, it came to bury itself in the
silence of its own weight, as the coals meet the tributary.
"Two Maryland teenagers killed when train derails, spills coal. The two girls posted photos to Twitter shortly before the crash. One showed feet dangling over a road, with the caption 'Levitating.'" August 21, 2012
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