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