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I Often Go On Journeys and Leave Myself
Behind
Written for the July Year 4 topic of
Railway / travel
Did I leave myself behind today,
The me I used to be?
Waiting on the platform,
Waiting for the 8.43?
“Unattended baggage may be removed without notice!”
Announces the tannoy man
My unattended self I left bereft an hour ago
What will become of me I wonder?
Maybe this baggage is best left behind
And removed without notice
Maybe the moving me should carry on regardless
And travel onwards and onwards
But no, as usual when I return,
I’ll reunite with that patient me
Waiting where I left it
Or possibly filed away in “Lost Property”
Trainnosaurus Wrecks
(Thoughts on high speed trains and the Potters Bar train disaster)
Bestial howl of the train
Rushing by but feet away.
Close enough to breathe its breath,
The blood-black stench of its breath,
Leaves you scared and nauseous.
Safe whilst confined by the silvery rails,
Bars that contain its ferocious savagery,
But once it leaves the rails it reeks mayhem and death;
A chaotic, unconditional indifference to human suffering.
© David Johnson, June 2010
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