silver tears streak across the horizon.
bare backs shilt the weight of travellers
they can only cry to each other,
screeching for companionship - as they grow hot under a cloud  -  less
sky than later in that day when it was pouring
and they couldn't see
blitzing across the grassland when
ERCH
the pair embrace
and a toppled trolly not so far down the way-
there -
right there!
I think I hear someone screaming!
There might be survivors

"it happened so fast  -
we just derailed"