In a mine, rails decline
To the rock beneath
From this hole, they steal the mountain's soul
on this grave hangs a wreath
To connect the cars, a man named Lars
recently wed
he stood between, to the engineer unseen,
as the engine moved ahead
In Lars haste, he was caught at the waist,
326 tons held back his blood,
a consummated marriage, to the other carriage
to release the pressure would unloose a flood
Coupled in the train, didn't affect his brain,
the coupler around him in a metallic hug
Knowing he would die, when open they did pry
the coupler they didn't dare unplug
While there was life, they sent for his wife,
to say his final farewell
As the cars parted, so his soul departed
as his top and bottom uncoupled as well
On one train car, a tagger's bar
was latter discovered
“made of earth is my berth”
could be seen with dirt covered
On the other, a graffiti brother,
could be read
“I'll ride on, when my load is gone”
did they refer to the cars or the dead?
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Author:
sorenbarrett (
Offline) - Published: December 31st, 2023 05:14
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Comments2
A sensitive write SB.
Thanks Orchi appreciate the read.
Fantastic.
Thanks so much Thomas your read is most appreciated.
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