03 April 2007

a crashing bore

and suddenly silence and the screen's blank
face a steady amber light glows it mocks
my urgency that's the first of the shocks
hope has been low since last atlantis sank
the fields of mind are fallow weeds are rank
the ship of joy has foundered on the rocks
once mobile feet are prisoned in the stocks
there is no laughter outside the closed bank
time moves and outside we can see the light
creeping from eastward like a comic thief
and in the distance railway horns announce
that trains are coming and will take the right
of passage on that route the diesel's chief
while calm and justice weigh out by the ounce

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