american tune in poetry

  • Oct. 30, 2017, 3:57 a.m.
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mournful train horn
wails on through the valley
undercut by screeches of its
metal kissing metal
joyous whistles as it
wears itself away
the wheels wear away
the track wears away
by mile and by day
over year and decade
as the sounds alternate
between mourning and joy
I guess in the end
we’re all trains


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