Saturday, January 4, 2014

Watch It Crash


Locomotive on the way,
Speeding out of control.

A mother nurses her child.
Friends debate philosophy.

The wheels and rails become unfriendly,
They divorce.

Old men, old companions sit among another,
Reading the newspaper; information from yesterday.

Meant to stay on track,
Now wildly stumbling, unstably, arbitrarily.

Couple napping in one another's arms.
Babies thinking their baby thoughts.

Rolling out of control;
Fire and crushing steel.

Adults gossiping, teens copying.
Games are played with no real rules.

Glass broken, frame crumbled,
What was once behind is now under...

As long as the passengers are happy,
No reason to explain the tragedy.

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