Ghost
Train
- For James Diaz
Elisabeth Horan
no words describe
the significance of pain
when another shares
the burden like a chain
around a neck,
a walking stick
cut out of hardwood
to last for all time -
no words can describe
the passion, the heat
the disillusionment
of me and you
on our journey
to the end of time
a ghost train is the
only way we ride.
I’m tired, friend
I’m at the end
which is like a wall
and it’s pulsing - dazzling
a cuttlefish hunting;
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Cauldron Anthology