Train to

The train to the place was long
thick,hot,and locked..

Friends..,Indians..,countrymen...
People from all corners gathered in a long chain of dispensary boxcars..
waving their hands in traverse

A little girl stumbled upon the wilderness of the gang...
Laughing while taunting the gang
And crying while rejection of her taunts..

Nomadic **** the gang smoked
whilst  boxcars swept the wind along with the exhales...
the roads and the boxcars dazed...

The chain started to shrink..
those countrymen slept.., it became cool and everyone was liberal...

The train to the place was all that moved...