Oct 2017
After eleven
Walking home
A days heat slackening
Suburbia lies prone and flat
Sound carries at night
Is felt before seen
Across and into the night
The train pushes
It drags echoes from trees, parks, estates
Hammers over bridges, shuddering rails
Inevitable, Unstoppable
Laden with the dark
The containers
They count on
They pass , tolling toward the witching hour
Still walking home
Its getting late
Walking home
A days heat slackening
Suburbia lies prone and flat
Sound carries at night
Is felt before seen
Across and into the night
The train pushes
It drags echoes from trees, parks, estates
Hammers over bridges, shuddering rails
Inevitable, Unstoppable
Laden with the dark
The containers
They count on
They pass , tolling toward the witching hour
Still walking home
Its getting late
Heavy goods trains are something I regularly see passing through the suburbs of Manchester by night.... I had the thought the the train might also be a metaphor for death..! Sorry to sound so morbid...Im not really!!!
