Midnight-Crossing Wanderer

January 13th, 2019

Out of town the train barreled, roaring, rumbling
The tracks beneath it groaning, grumbling
Past frightened chipmunks mercifully and in folly without memory
Over scree that cut dry and ragged feet and almost to the bridge anticipated —
But near the canyon just penultimate crossed a man, a vagrant
Wandering on the tracks for motivations lost to knowing —
The South Pacific thunderboldt struck him full upon his body;
Into the gorge he tumbled.
The train blew on its way — a million pounds of cargo undeterred in its itinerary
By a midnight-crossing wanderer