4:00 a.m. and the ghostly track
Empties somewhere into the darkness.
Diffused light shines above
barely warming the platform.
Instead a breathless chill pervades the platform,
An arctic of ills making waves as they pass.
Elusive safety beyond the yellow line---
One waddling step beyond it eternity.
On the other side a rumbling train passes,
brakes protest jarringly rumbling the walls
and ears that care to hear.
It protests at having to embrace the rails,
a mother refusing to release her child to a Nazi guard,
an eternal conjoining
beating a steady cadence on a kettle drum,
a 4/4 thumping life-flow
that won’t pardon the tracks from its allure.
Fusty trains and musty corridors
Smoke filled with ageless scrapings of humanity
Build a cocoon of birthless intimacy
praying alone that the silence will end
and the world will collide
into existence on Track 17
beyond the yellow line.
Sy Roth is a retired school administrator and has finally found the sounds of silence and the time to think whole thoughts. This has led him to find words and the ability to shape them. He has published in Visceral Uterus, Amulet, BlogNostics, Every Day Poets, Barefoot Review, Haggard and Halloo, Misfits Miscellany, Mad Swirl, Larks Fiction Magazine, Danse Macabre and The Eloquent Atheist. Recently, he won a poetry contest sponsored by Newsday.