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Writer's picture: Becky FifieldBecky Fifield

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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