Rail cars

Noontime, at the overpass,

The sweep of cars stretched
Along the track. Underneath,
The blue engine, then blue cars rumbled
Through, westward, each car empty,
shivering with black dust.
I stood, and watched as empty cars stretched
From east to west horizons,
Heading for cheap
Electricity, cheap fuel, cheap resources,
Ignoring the cost of plumes
of black dust.

I left before the last car, the final connection.

© rjn April 14, 2010

(My brain has had “Amazing Grace” via bagpipers on autoplay all day. My thoughts and prayers [for what they’re worth] are with those grieving in West Virginia.)


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