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Christopher Leibow
Poems
Apr 23
The Last Locomotive
My mouth is filled
with the taste of rust
and ***.
I sweat above her
& a drop falls
into the
shallow
of
her
neck.
The drop vibrating
like oi on the ground
from the passing
train – carrying
coal to keep
The cities burning.
In my chest,
the drone of a fly–
wheel
a counterwieght
a boiler
a bag of bees
She is below me
I feel her heart
it is an abrasion,
a bruise,
a beating fist
a bed of nails
This is how it is.
And here we are
lunging back
and forth like a Stoker
our breath chasing
after the last locomotive
plaintively
pulling away
from the station.
Written by
Christopher Leibow
50/M/United States
(50/M/United States)
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