Poem

More train poetry, spawned by the parade of deteriorating industrial buildings which may be viewed by Amtrak and NJ Transit passengers along the Northeast Corridor.

Decay

And if I think of flaking steel
 
 Red brown and sparkling
 
 driving into the dirt below
 
 Will I remember you
 
 briefly
 
 Before my molecules disjoin
 
 Spreading through the loam,
 
 past
 
 the coolness of stones
 
 the luxuriation of worms
 
 in that earthy maelstrom
 
 I’ll inhale the damp air
 
 the wet leaves mouldering.
 
 And that moment, when I knew warmth.

–Rebecca Fifield 2007

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