Thursday, May 6, 2010


Familiarity in the air
Last chance to savor the odors of it
On my train ride to destinations unknown
Far off from what has been mine
A voice from the man who brings my hay
Laughter of children in the park
Others of my own kind alongside
There is more fear in the trembling
Of others compared to my own
Cold steel doors encase me
The rumbling of these wheels is not friendly
Anxious for the time when they will cease
Observing the moon that follows
Wondering if there will be one
When this journey ends
Will there be laughter in the air
Are there others of my own kind
Someone remarked that I would be reunited
But I do not know what this means
The smell of the herd fills my trunk
Thickness in the air and in my throat
I am at the mercy of the steel monster
As it pulls me to my next horizon
Far beyond the limits of these tracks

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