The Trains

The crackling hum of a transformer near by

seem's to hiss from all angles.

A train rattles 

in the distance;

 

the ominous engine beating, lurching

forward, metal against metal,

screaming

like banchees and old horror flicks.

 

The giganticness of it overtakes the electrified hum,

and as soon as it was it wasnt,

the engine beating on down the tracks.

The silence creeps back.

 

into existance until all

that remains

is

the hum,

 

and the occasional

chirpings      

of crickets.

Author's Note

Free style record of sitting at night in a train yard near my school in good old Tiffin, Ohio. I needed a breath of fresh air and some time to think. This is probably my most existential poem. lol.

Reviews

[hey]

I completely love the ending. its so powerful and gorgeous. I feel as though the beginning could be more powerful. While its gorgeous, I want it to hit me harder, you know?
but this is amazing, all your stuff is

[Sorry Infamous]

It does needs some editing but you mentioned this. nto is suppose to be into and etc. But I think you have a wondful work here. It full of life and sounds. Original concept. Great write over all.