A train steams out of reach

Charging over the plains

Coughing smoke plumes back

At souls rushing the platform

~

In the frozen emptiness

The crowd dwindles each way

For their far away hearths

Strewn across the dead country

~

Nothing steams from the darkness

For the red eyed remnants,

In the dim silver sun

The wind whistles unanswered

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A few shiver exhausted

Waiting

For the floorboards to quake

For toll of their voyage at last