Trainwreck

[Wil]

Clickety Clacking

Train whistles of greeting,
or warning, lack care
in pronouncements, not
from the heart, but
of the facade we announce,

else would trains nevermore speed
past in the night,
evermore mingling their smoke
of being, with baggage
cars clacking, sleepers of conscience
subconsciously napping
rails under-sightedly directing,
to that ever-changeable yet inalterable

horizon

of meeting
never truly met, lest thought
jump track of widening gauge, train-
wrecked in shared sorrow. By the way,

just how the hell
are you?